tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77531828369265325852024-03-14T02:17:44.914-04:00Going RV WayOur journey to see the majestic Wonders of GodDave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.comBlogger1192125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-81932358937523021062024-02-15T23:14:00.001-05:002024-02-15T23:14:57.381-05:00Changes Are Coming <span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vVYgvgj4F6589Ny3wUhVu_68M5IHgc6aTNrwKePBwSfN6E7HYW-CowqZsHZZQPDh9MvhsKrra6a16-J2a0ZXJZ1Dd5oJIRSXns3zDM3HpopJ3FcDMLyJlbp7xwv1V7dNxsxjGLPgJhtNEm1Ku4RndSmktjiR5PZcZByNxBsAcTIiKNfQw7cl9jfl7riU/s600/Changes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="314" data-original-width="600" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vVYgvgj4F6589Ny3wUhVu_68M5IHgc6aTNrwKePBwSfN6E7HYW-CowqZsHZZQPDh9MvhsKrra6a16-J2a0ZXJZ1Dd5oJIRSXns3zDM3HpopJ3FcDMLyJlbp7xwv1V7dNxsxjGLPgJhtNEm1Ku4RndSmktjiR5PZcZByNxBsAcTIiKNfQw7cl9jfl7riU/w500-h261/Changes.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Well, it is time for some changes...</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha-sQ1D-euV2_6x_w-dy55GgjhWDNxYugiFn6pbeeDEDcE6Zs_MdGXph2HCXxRLhpP1UY3D7hn3f2hTsM5cBrOeJRYhrIXJt7mPoJgxVnUyIdtc-LxeX8qiVyrr_HlVpMGAHWPmyV6nyZv4V-3hzLItJ-epdP7oB2c-C3J3Yp_SIcMio8-FgAsgYyst5m1/s500/AmEagle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="459" data-original-width="500" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha-sQ1D-euV2_6x_w-dy55GgjhWDNxYugiFn6pbeeDEDcE6Zs_MdGXph2HCXxRLhpP1UY3D7hn3f2hTsM5cBrOeJRYhrIXJt7mPoJgxVnUyIdtc-LxeX8qiVyrr_HlVpMGAHWPmyV6nyZv4V-3hzLItJ-epdP7oB2c-C3J3Yp_SIcMio8-FgAsgYyst5m1/s320/AmEagle.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">HHR pulled by American Eagle<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqixZy6tn0_x277vEQln8Ywt3jqiBpcYvyo8ZlVrAFV0LLfOybhv9gKid3BLPPadlpj_nhc4pzLXQhMjfT1XYV1-81_aUflG7nz8UUBU6XRNayWOxx0NJnkRhqVC4NkrhYAj13w2jXQG_RYVOTAc9McKJb0BbdHoSiLf_rS8mOmZJs628iq-Kt3BarcE4/s500/Jayco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="234" data-original-width="500" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqixZy6tn0_x277vEQln8Ywt3jqiBpcYvyo8ZlVrAFV0LLfOybhv9gKid3BLPPadlpj_nhc4pzLXQhMjfT1XYV1-81_aUflG7nz8UUBU6XRNayWOxx0NJnkRhqVC4NkrhYAj13w2jXQG_RYVOTAc9McKJb0BbdHoSiLf_rS8mOmZJs628iq-Kt3BarcE4/s320/Jayco.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">HHR pulled by Jayco<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUVIb_S-vb02Qjy_RCUXpQVkIgoXKqmQBG5iRCVmEVl4_L2_xuPVk1JOjrL6wzkORQl9Lg7hNe9Y3I-_66_opkDywD2XNl-Z40hLpSwHdvQXmQ-g-YS27ctxqULMptXSEO5zyd2LVN-SjXM5R3gOGqwcniGoHQGsEmKTWSp0qHVQ-w3ImKbgYZaPcG3iaV/s500/Dynamz.jpg" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="309" data-original-width="500" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUVIb_S-vb02Qjy_RCUXpQVkIgoXKqmQBG5iRCVmEVl4_L2_xuPVk1JOjrL6wzkORQl9Lg7hNe9Y3I-_66_opkDywD2XNl-Z40hLpSwHdvQXmQ-g-YS27ctxqULMptXSEO5zyd2LVN-SjXM5R3gOGqwcniGoHQGsEmKTWSp0qHVQ-w3ImKbgYZaPcG3iaV/s320/Dynamz.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">HHR pulled by Dynamax<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial;">We have been RVing, in general terms, since 2012, although I had lived in a 5th Wheel from late 2005 till 2011 when I remarried (to Marcia in February) and we bought an American Eagle in November of that year. By March 2012 my daily duties at the Library I was the Director of essentially ended and we hit the road in April. Shortly after we got married, we bought our 2009 HHR LT in Pine Bluff. The one thing that has been consistent in our travels has been the HHR.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">In 2022 our HHR essentially got COVID. Well, it got sick...the Check Engine Light was on and nothing I did seemed to help it. With some help from Arny and his buddy Steve, I changed the Air Filter, Spark Plugs, Coils, Fuel Injectors, Air Flow Sensor and Throttle Body along with the O2 Sensor. (I think I covered everything). That pesky Check Engine Light just would not stay away. We came home a bit earlier that year in late August, and I took the HHR to a local shop I had used before and they said it was a bad computer. They replaced the computer, and the spark plugs (again because the richness of gas mixture it was getting made them black) and the check engine light remained off for about 50 miles. But it was still running real good, so I did what I do, ignored it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Brings us to 2024. The HHR has over 270,000 miles, and that does not count the over 100,000 miles from being towed behind our 3 different motorhomes. THAT is a lot of miles. The suspension is worn, the idiot light still on, and gas millage dropped down into the lower teens from its normal mid twenties. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Time for another HHR...which they don't make anymore...so this was going to tough to do. We like the HHR for two reasons...easy to tow, and easy for Marcia to get in and out of, it has been the easiest car for her to get into and out of with her MS and her advanced age.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">LUCK was with us, a 2006 HHR, with only one owner who had the oil changed every year and who drove it about 4,000 miles a year (via carfax) was available from a local car dealer for $6k. Figuring we could get $500 for our HHR, we had the funds to pay for it outright. Went over to see it and BAD LUCK struck. A previous potential buyer wanted it, they put it in their shop for a check, and they failed it due to suspension problems. Although it was still in their yard, they could not sell it as it even at a discount to me who promised to have the suspension worked on. GRRRRRR!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">So we took the HHR to Wray's Automotive on Wednesday, the place that fixed the breaks for the motorhome last year. First, the engine... All it turned out to be was a faulty Air Flow Sensor, which he said the one we put in back in 2022 was CHEAPLY MADE! He wrote up an estimate for the suspension work, where they are going to put in new shocks/Struts front and back, Suspension Control Arm and Ball Joint Assembly, Tie Rod and Coil Spring for rear. At just over $2k, we should have a much smoother and safer driving car which we hope will last another 100K or more...that work will be late next week.<br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhpwwSwMDH9ZY2-dEObW0_uZPpcs-5142ca0o5wP_9ksvO4_WzQWN099IgGvdVswQNJDj9EltZ95P8MaojTAZiIaIv39RI7pvD-3wBz7OHUSmaZhsjuZWySwIAaU98oUBT1LuB3hb2zYZ_87PNeShsuoI2GC46Um26ViWzKhNQw4j7SvktVq5pxD8_Ue8/s600/Dazzle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhpwwSwMDH9ZY2-dEObW0_uZPpcs-5142ca0o5wP_9ksvO4_WzQWN099IgGvdVswQNJDj9EltZ95P8MaojTAZiIaIv39RI7pvD-3wBz7OHUSmaZhsjuZWySwIAaU98oUBT1LuB3hb2zYZ_87PNeShsuoI2GC46Um26ViWzKhNQw4j7SvktVq5pxD8_Ue8/w438-h329/Dazzle.jpg" width="438" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;">So, the BIG CHANGE is that we are looking to move to a Class B Van, with our eyes on a 2024 Thor Dazzle, among other RV Vans. Went by General RV in Tampa and Marcia was able to get into and out of the Dazzle without a problem. Also looking at a few other Thor B Vans, but trying to stay away from any that were made in 2021 and 2022 due to problems manufactures had due to COVID and product shortages. Dazzle has only been around for two years now. The van is 21 feet in length, 6.5 feet width, on a Ram ProMaster 3500 XT with a V6 gas engine. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">But we have put this on hold right now in order to try and sell our current motorhome (which is well used and shows its age) AND so the Doctor can try to fix my knees (which are well used and show their age).</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYu2vUdVY9hwCG2X_XoW6wNNFmSulFZLYrqhMwg0ltAhJBDu49UYAKJEU_dwbsoLbIDjfkHqlze14zi_gBjgwEs9by3CR4VxluSDy40SXU7awByzyFCrzNRBIRkjk23jJnO2YCvPU8LpzxILzPhYXbxbBeLkhUkGb8AZem-fDXinXnzJeXQ3WrrX7zBZvQ/s600/DrPeter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="457" data-original-width="600" height="341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYu2vUdVY9hwCG2X_XoW6wNNFmSulFZLYrqhMwg0ltAhJBDu49UYAKJEU_dwbsoLbIDjfkHqlze14zi_gBjgwEs9by3CR4VxluSDy40SXU7awByzyFCrzNRBIRkjk23jJnO2YCvPU8LpzxILzPhYXbxbBeLkhUkGb8AZem-fDXinXnzJeXQ3WrrX7zBZvQ/w447-h341/DrPeter.jpg" width="447" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />So this past Tuesday I visited Coastal Orthopaedics and Sports Medicine: Dr. Peter Candelora. As this was my first visit, it took nearly two hours for them to get all the info they needed and for the Physician's Assistant to do a quick evaluation. Essentially I need to come back on the 14th of March, have both knees fully X-rayed a week or two before my visit, and he put me on Diclofenac 75mg twice a day in place of Advil. After two and a half days of being on this medicine, my knees both feel much better...nearly tolerable. Unfortunately, this drug is not a long-term solution since long-term use will ruin your Liver and Kidneys. Nothing is easy in life...no quick fixes.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">So our search for a RV Van is on hold, unless a GREAT Deal comes along. In the mean time, we will search out a buyer for our 2005 Dynamax Isata which has been a very good home on wheels for us. No use in buying a new motorhome, just to let it sit around until I recover from knee surgery "IF" this leads to that.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com6Holiday, FL 34691, USA28.1820176 -82.73956559999999228.166887250339244 -82.7567317376953 28.197147949660753 -82.722399462304679tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-62609854208472721282024-01-30T16:56:00.007-05:002024-01-30T22:24:06.763-05:00January 2024 <p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_COdqQ1srzIr-9qOEl0tmiyxG5Jp5U7RQeTaYg7Ymoh6wBztP_U7GQGNahz-VEA6vnz6onCJjYtJx3syOJVsooI7AHmoHcor-N_HyvRtLj8xYkk78YTjlTi_wWFBKeg4D5mzEeV2oM9rkUEFMChX_Mgu2sJsQY8E_gInYdaF_wZQu4ffWIRZQ4cNTOIW1/s600/CrystalBeach-a1.jpg" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="600" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_COdqQ1srzIr-9qOEl0tmiyxG5Jp5U7RQeTaYg7Ymoh6wBztP_U7GQGNahz-VEA6vnz6onCJjYtJx3syOJVsooI7AHmoHcor-N_HyvRtLj8xYkk78YTjlTi_wWFBKeg4D5mzEeV2oM9rkUEFMChX_Mgu2sJsQY8E_gInYdaF_wZQu4ffWIRZQ4cNTOIW1/w439-h310/CrystalBeach-a1.jpg" width="439" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Crystal Beach Florida<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Hard to believe that January is nearly gone. The "good news" coming out of the month is that we saw our primary doctor, and we both had better results (blood test, etc) than last year. I still have high blood pressure, Marcia still has high Cholesterol. With me, it is more a case of "white coat hypertension". My doctor in Arkansas realized that when he would visit with me for a good 15 minutes and then take a second reading (nurse gave the first upon my arrival) and each and every time it dropped. Not that I don't have high blood pressure, I do...but not as high as the 'test' says when taken when I first arrive. At home, my pressure taken by my wrist pressure kit, is normally pretty good, so I took my wrist pressure kit with me just to see if there is a difference and show results I had from the previous 10 days. There was a difference, the wrist test showed even a higher one than the nurse got...so at least I know my pressure kit is working, perhaps a little on the high side.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHZdbYFhVIvU2h8LWFiVEtHHj0K-Vo9cNblvbWM2LXWDPWyTy5PERAsOfx9CFscV_hMSKCND3DJF7vN0rYgfZun23BhpVxa8BnrDURpsRVolvigBfH59yLlQ6waaah9q4Mbabb6VkYu4aRxDXWhD24GJK0ckSJMW5l1q2ypkr5o5_9S-_PkHNlS1NZ177M/s600/CrystalBeach-a2.jpg" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHZdbYFhVIvU2h8LWFiVEtHHj0K-Vo9cNblvbWM2LXWDPWyTy5PERAsOfx9CFscV_hMSKCND3DJF7vN0rYgfZun23BhpVxa8BnrDURpsRVolvigBfH59yLlQ6waaah9q4Mbabb6VkYu4aRxDXWhD24GJK0ckSJMW5l1q2ypkr5o5_9S-_PkHNlS1NZ177M/w428-h321/CrystalBeach-a2.jpg" width="428" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Crystal Beach Florida</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I will be seeing a Orthopaedics and Sports Medicine specialist in two weeks. Both of my knees are hurting, with the right knee being the worse. Hope NOT to have major surgery, but this is my first visit to a Orthopedic Doctor, so let's wait to see what he says.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS_eHVjXlTubTHxijq6Z3f-4UB8Pv8-qOJkrnNCnitLNQkyrhrPsVobj91i40lP70r-Sas5dqTFjm2tt5pDlTM6eGfd1zcCAaurLh-a6iiUrizF_FJNRuAe7EoC40IpecVh0pKMeEe826M5VQAAgGD6vJl-p-pPHwdXdGjU2SolWZJ3aRDJLV3uSM_CC5P/s600/Library-a3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="256" data-original-width="600" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS_eHVjXlTubTHxijq6Z3f-4UB8Pv8-qOJkrnNCnitLNQkyrhrPsVobj91i40lP70r-Sas5dqTFjm2tt5pDlTM6eGfd1zcCAaurLh-a6iiUrizF_FJNRuAe7EoC40IpecVh0pKMeEe826M5VQAAgGD6vJl-p-pPHwdXdGjU2SolWZJ3aRDJLV3uSM_CC5P/w516-h221/Library-a3.jpg" width="516" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKM0X2W6Zk6TSA2acFcx0WmVbmsU7gc-7faaHlB8TyPJQDDOdaVF9Nl-6TS120mUQXYkieYF8LYajYG0PjavIzNxwvOEf-PVk5qbSPEAeArDfCAoUWf7KVE82uOh0rqlJGGH7Tt21l45DCeRw3T4I-xYRVMiOaZ11kfPIQxNmy_L1V-s-UU-x0NDz1C89/s600/Library-a1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="339" data-original-width="600" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKM0X2W6Zk6TSA2acFcx0WmVbmsU7gc-7faaHlB8TyPJQDDOdaVF9Nl-6TS120mUQXYkieYF8LYajYG0PjavIzNxwvOEf-PVk5qbSPEAeArDfCAoUWf7KVE82uOh0rqlJGGH7Tt21l45DCeRw3T4I-xYRVMiOaZ11kfPIQxNmy_L1V-s-UU-x0NDz1C89/w510-h288/Library-a1.jpg" width="510" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Pond at the Public Library, full of birds.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Our weather for January has been fairly typical. We had a low one night in the upper 30's, although where we live it may have only got down to 40 or 41. Our highs have been in the 70's and low 80's during most days, with just a small number where they were only in the high 50's and into the 60's. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv3QDtz-DV5AJuDdV7nCNshouwHH88ZYjdVf1HfXh6hx3Hl5CXADDzP3r2TEXrKQxjhHDtf29YIJswe3M_ITS02LuK7wEBnH1pmAX4CvvTNE2EdkPfy-UaBq2w86yLKlBTCLblM0mSo_M7OcdZZTaT8kKSlNGYQUKW2lkyxe4mzdcUeLANEE1WGCQnmFxz/s702/Library-a2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="702" data-original-width="600" height="445" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv3QDtz-DV5AJuDdV7nCNshouwHH88ZYjdVf1HfXh6hx3Hl5CXADDzP3r2TEXrKQxjhHDtf29YIJswe3M_ITS02LuK7wEBnH1pmAX4CvvTNE2EdkPfy-UaBq2w86yLKlBTCLblM0mSo_M7OcdZZTaT8kKSlNGYQUKW2lkyxe4mzdcUeLANEE1WGCQnmFxz/w381-h445/Library-a2.jpg" width="381" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Wood Stork</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyX2pq4PXl8r2-xBafK_7hNqYckMqN2hYx2B0XfDr2Xd1pPSqe_6wyupXZ9cKeztE7XZtHKJUQk5SHgs3u0dLQMqIXkZJUbezpFihRA8yoasQmKjtb77Llmz_HwjDMwXJb4lHpatO2t8wTFvT952-5OXs3uZxhr-epE_y2hNU5Qn2UNtpPnC2iFFmBQDj/s1319/Library-a8.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1319" data-original-width="600" height="504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyX2pq4PXl8r2-xBafK_7hNqYckMqN2hYx2B0XfDr2Xd1pPSqe_6wyupXZ9cKeztE7XZtHKJUQk5SHgs3u0dLQMqIXkZJUbezpFihRA8yoasQmKjtb77Llmz_HwjDMwXJb4lHpatO2t8wTFvT952-5OXs3uZxhr-epE_y2hNU5Qn2UNtpPnC2iFFmBQDj/w230-h504/Library-a8.jpg" width="230" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Blue Heron</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyT-XWVVJIvIXHXmr3lcz6Y-bGbcreu8prXAusp0Zl_E6tk0BaZwpO55n8pWFxixWmvQCOu5TTmG5Ilsx3m2-Z9hguiDx8KmvVp91QvLYj5OJJSc9YfOwB1bVy4-nZvbX7hCP0lz0G0MIMFD0ESJJFw8zBtwlLQNG1RD2mPgnqPX22C-HLpeXBymFLxNa-/s604/Library-a4.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="600" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyT-XWVVJIvIXHXmr3lcz6Y-bGbcreu8prXAusp0Zl_E6tk0BaZwpO55n8pWFxixWmvQCOu5TTmG5Ilsx3m2-Z9hguiDx8KmvVp91QvLYj5OJJSc9YfOwB1bVy4-nZvbX7hCP0lz0G0MIMFD0ESJJFw8zBtwlLQNG1RD2mPgnqPX22C-HLpeXBymFLxNa-/w422-h425/Library-a4.jpg" width="422" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wood Storks<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcctwQeGtp05VlKrdex_RcFw6dvq7VTGHDNLxpyogxBDLI01b79KmDrmVPMcuoDRKyBtCEXa3FyZcpu4FRuWLsZC-5jebqjLQ7JCbJENb_01lRQua4cZsn84CyzDrBvLpXp5eBkB9CN3F4xiuqVkeTIEUyOYbqbFj3vmurBj9xUPYU_3kwkYeGp6FA2Dbm/s800/Library-a7.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="397" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcctwQeGtp05VlKrdex_RcFw6dvq7VTGHDNLxpyogxBDLI01b79KmDrmVPMcuoDRKyBtCEXa3FyZcpu4FRuWLsZC-5jebqjLQ7JCbJENb_01lRQua4cZsn84CyzDrBvLpXp5eBkB9CN3F4xiuqVkeTIEUyOYbqbFj3vmurBj9xUPYU_3kwkYeGp6FA2Dbm/w298-h397/Library-a7.jpg" width="298" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great White Egret<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">So far we have not had any sicknesses to speak of. A few mornings we were a bit more congested than normal, but it did not amount to anything.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Mom, on the other hand, had another UTI, which is the third or fourth since she had the Antibiotic Infusion treatment back when we were still in California. The doctor FINALLY has put her on a daily antibiotic pill, and we are hoping that this works.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikB1j6hHSPbSono4sPMOSJ8-wU42zm3v9Zjp6MLv_pjbaaSS1pofPcmW-KzTWXtQVAXkBPWn66j38quiDlXlKTLSULh29E1Pye2AV8hBoLfjEfBW8SJtjezL0BqwjYuY3QHYQNPDe23pZF0zaV-RnlkifC78Xc1lG2AnmA8kVfCKS38UaWLae0Pp8DgQ5F/s1280/Superbowl.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikB1j6hHSPbSono4sPMOSJ8-wU42zm3v9Zjp6MLv_pjbaaSS1pofPcmW-KzTWXtQVAXkBPWn66j38quiDlXlKTLSULh29E1Pye2AV8hBoLfjEfBW8SJtjezL0BqwjYuY3QHYQNPDe23pZF0zaV-RnlkifC78Xc1lG2AnmA8kVfCKS38UaWLae0Pp8DgQ5F/w401-h226/Superbowl.jpg" width="401" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">In 1993 Joe Montana was traded to KC. Being a 'loyal' Northern California boy, my football teams were the Raiders and the Niners, and among the 'hated' teams were the Rams, the Coyboys, the Steelers and the Chiefs. This gave me a bit of a dilemma, because mom and dad moved to the Kansas City area in '92 or '93...so I relented and made KC one of my favorite teams. In 2020 they Both were in Superbowl 54, Kansas City won. Now they play again in this year's Superbowl, and my heart is with the Niners, but if KC wins, all is good.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br /></p><p></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com8Holiday, FL, USA28.1827429 -82.739926428.167611881156006 -82.757092537695314 28.197873918843996 -82.722760262304689tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-4081313949806794142024-01-05T13:32:00.000-05:002024-01-05T13:32:12.320-05:00Epiphany Celebration<p><span style="font-family: arial;">Tarpon Springs hosts one of the largest Epiphany celebrations outside of Greece. So, what is this Epiphany celebration all about?</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe6civc4aX51z4jjJybczhrxzIAtxjTvyM1t-pyEF3nrNczBviAHVwJ1XwSVW51fx5Wd9ypiHns1W9Yd9Z274B3cNmZ_f_vtrGZaHb23Dxx04oxYS6I5s7WehpnHXGVsuvxY2UPkW8OK3GkmqIwpaTztDXhikaqopab5n9618PVeWK6k2b16t90b8_WGJJ/s720/5f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe6civc4aX51z4jjJybczhrxzIAtxjTvyM1t-pyEF3nrNczBviAHVwJ1XwSVW51fx5Wd9ypiHns1W9Yd9Z274B3cNmZ_f_vtrGZaHb23Dxx04oxYS6I5s7WehpnHXGVsuvxY2UPkW8OK3GkmqIwpaTztDXhikaqopab5n9618PVeWK6k2b16t90b8_WGJJ/s320/5f.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Saint Nicholas Greek Orthodox Cathedral, Tarpon Springs<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"></span><div data-breakout="normal"><p class="-Zro6 -ZADH IjV6v AnCKd _57WYp" id="viewer-dbiou"><span class="d0767" style="font-family: arial;"><span>Tarpon Springs has more Greeks <b>per capita</b> than any other American city.</span><span>
</span><span>The Epiphany celebration in Tarpon Springs dates back to 1906. It's the largest Epiphany celebration in North America and draws more than 20,000 spectators, about as many people who live in Tarpon Springs. My guess is that half those in attendance are residents, the other half are visitors.<br /></span></span></p></div><div data-breakout="normal"><p class="-Zro6 -ZADH IjV6v AnCKd _57WYp" id="viewer-640l1"><span style="font-family: arial;">The period between Christmas and Epiphany is called Dodecameron, or the
Twelve Days. It is considered one continuous festive period and is where
the term “Twelve Days of Christmas” is derived. Epiphany, also called
the Theophany (meaning “appearance of God”), celebrates the baptism of
Jesus Christ in the River Jordan by St. John the Baptist. The first
account of an Epiphany celebration is attributed to Clement of
Alexandria (d. 215 A.D.). (Information is from the Saint Nicholas Greek Orthodox Cathedral <a href="https://stnicholastarpon.org/" target="_blank">website</a>)</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAWgQfwPeG9Vmemr7pqqq1JpVvKjMhcBsXZe-Exyzm4x1G2dpHJWoDkpQCpiSSwa7P8hXInOnEgxqfBEbvjfnhJPFccA0bE4Bit3JPVdKDNibXTv73NvKUbx3sU3pWwcd4rtxjDiAycLVZ3nbTWBBpjDPyCVw7A2O8vjTwvCrnyY-A9E9ajl_4IP7AiixN/s1165/Epiphany%20Schedule.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1165" data-original-width="900" height="747" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAWgQfwPeG9Vmemr7pqqq1JpVvKjMhcBsXZe-Exyzm4x1G2dpHJWoDkpQCpiSSwa7P8hXInOnEgxqfBEbvjfnhJPFccA0bE4Bit3JPVdKDNibXTv73NvKUbx3sU3pWwcd4rtxjDiAycLVZ3nbTWBBpjDPyCVw7A2O8vjTwvCrnyY-A9E9ajl_4IP7AiixN/w577-h747/Epiphany%20Schedule.jpg" width="577" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></div><p class="-Zro6 -ZADH IjV6v AnCKd _57WYp" id="viewer-640l1"><span style="font-family: arial;">Above is this year's schedule. From the night of the 5th through the night of the 6th it is a very busy celebration.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYKYCmrCwDomOmLLrSne8GH6nfm6rqUBGRiexzbyZycApKJWjVawL6MVqidP5B0FS57L2N4PgtKKyeZOMp8GfEIPy8bhbIYolJBDW5EmZbW4gcfdFSf1FCQHhFiHd9UfeioHyQWhglbMc5olsWIHPeYcpbZY3CgHemGzg7DPMFwMc509qAsZhW_f21bvtc/s720/5a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="329" data-original-width="720" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYKYCmrCwDomOmLLrSne8GH6nfm6rqUBGRiexzbyZycApKJWjVawL6MVqidP5B0FS57L2N4PgtKKyeZOMp8GfEIPy8bhbIYolJBDW5EmZbW4gcfdFSf1FCQHhFiHd9UfeioHyQWhglbMc5olsWIHPeYcpbZY3CgHemGzg7DPMFwMc509qAsZhW_f21bvtc/w510-h233/5a.jpg" width="510" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJBNLHGF35B-Y4c5v8WY5rnL65dqUKAk0dfnhaQ0A1Ba42xO9AQ1WUVETqddLnvr1SaT4rwhg7ZPOSkqyMHjshc8A_lkI2J6jzyLk10Z15w8JNTVpj3orH2cHEEC-sfuRC_i_97qlJsCG4p74GrJ0Sb9cn5ZHfLgyi_bIUR3-n2zqpAphWhmqW0lawGOW/s720/5b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJBNLHGF35B-Y4c5v8WY5rnL65dqUKAk0dfnhaQ0A1Ba42xO9AQ1WUVETqddLnvr1SaT4rwhg7ZPOSkqyMHjshc8A_lkI2J6jzyLk10Z15w8JNTVpj3orH2cHEEC-sfuRC_i_97qlJsCG4p74GrJ0Sb9cn5ZHfLgyi_bIUR3-n2zqpAphWhmqW0lawGOW/w511-h383/5b.jpg" width="511" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ69BlW0VRDwjIeRuhfdfk1V0TRkdC4-E4H5Fn-aQ7DcsddzQLAe9tuN0WqcNl7t_ZvwS_Ut2Q1k-cz5PXZfjr70mRxOFJ02Zxg62c_KMxKKUWCiS4TYyIHsKrBRtufTwS4uIFBj7ifaLGSLbskmzTfkvzKA-aYsm-BaSxAygtOwBMFov2iparLoz4SmLf/s720/5c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ69BlW0VRDwjIeRuhfdfk1V0TRkdC4-E4H5Fn-aQ7DcsddzQLAe9tuN0WqcNl7t_ZvwS_Ut2Q1k-cz5PXZfjr70mRxOFJ02Zxg62c_KMxKKUWCiS4TYyIHsKrBRtufTwS4uIFBj7ifaLGSLbskmzTfkvzKA-aYsm-BaSxAygtOwBMFov2iparLoz4SmLf/w511-h383/5c.jpg" width="511" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />What most non-Greek people think of the most when they say "Are you attending Epiphany this year?" is the tossing of the cross into Spring Bayou. 20,000 or so people line the banks of the Bayou. At the appropriate time, the highest Ecclesiastic Authority in attendance, typically an Archbishop, reads out of the holy book the Baptism of Jesus by John, he blesses the Cross and the Waters, a Dove is released by a young lady, and then he tosses the Cross into the Bayou. The boys, ages 16-18 years old, jump into the water to find the cross which sinks down into the water. The Cross is 'found' and raised up out of the water by the young man who has probably fought off others who try to take it away before he breaches the surface. They all swim over to the platform where the Archbishop is, and the young Cross bearer is blessed by the Archbishop, and then he is raised on the shoulders of the other swimmers and carried back to the Church.</span></div><div data-breakout="normal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div data-breakout="normal"><span style="font-family: arial;">Note: The pictures above were taken by me in past years. The pictures below are from news sources of previous Epiphany Celebrations.<br /></span></div><div data-breakout="normal"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><div data-breakout="normal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXWdUCgw_ksTY45Z4uEXGXSvueEQPXVpYJ9Dpl_XU-cWfpDZ3AYAkEaW8_tVQ8gA9eQzuiAf6P2l9VHl83XxJeg0F2cra0eEbAdA74VaCxlMQFM9-E74N0uEFCugveoUxcfpZt89_UUASd5RhsU2B5Y3Czz8OISQOYlz_J9r8LIGNO5sQ5U8Gd4JAzrJy2/s500/Dove%20Released.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="400" height="486" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXWdUCgw_ksTY45Z4uEXGXSvueEQPXVpYJ9Dpl_XU-cWfpDZ3AYAkEaW8_tVQ8gA9eQzuiAf6P2l9VHl83XxJeg0F2cra0eEbAdA74VaCxlMQFM9-E74N0uEFCugveoUxcfpZt89_UUASd5RhsU2B5Y3Czz8OISQOYlz_J9r8LIGNO5sQ5U8Gd4JAzrJy2/w389-h486/Dove%20Released.jpg" width="389" /></a> </div></div><div data-breakout="normal"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><div data-breakout="normal"><span style="font-family: arial;">The Dove is Released.</span></div><div data-breakout="normal"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><div data-breakout="normal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWfJlNrxDd5HaZVZZ1Sznxlv6KOeCAzrpAXGN2riGWAgbR2gwVucp_8sYBn66btGLvq2ZkU1fFmpCWIa4oK5SvOzL3u4LnZZDkMlEtFuC8sIVTaCyIrtvWuvHOnnvQk4rpB5bHHUw3UGgc_PefNE_yuAMW7GYPK4VFJGyQxyiXdJu5CqtUum7pMlZZseZR/s600/Cross%20Swimmers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="336" data-original-width="600" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWfJlNrxDd5HaZVZZ1Sznxlv6KOeCAzrpAXGN2riGWAgbR2gwVucp_8sYBn66btGLvq2ZkU1fFmpCWIa4oK5SvOzL3u4LnZZDkMlEtFuC8sIVTaCyIrtvWuvHOnnvQk4rpB5bHHUw3UGgc_PefNE_yuAMW7GYPK4VFJGyQxyiXdJu5CqtUum7pMlZZseZR/w476-h266/Cross%20Swimmers.jpg" width="476" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></div><p class="-Zro6 -ZADH IjV6v AnCKd _57WYp" id="viewer-640l1"><span style="font-family: arial;">The Cross Swimmers are headed to the boats which are in a half circle...</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZ1nk-SxxHXdO24lkAYLbuuJAEERCrMy8X2ftS9GEDbah0GYvnV_p26m0WvTP7vrEmKgcc05AAzPVQXpZCBt7a0J17CySJDUSAm5FlVOojzzapi77CT1jlSQREgAU9QW9OBkZQV-toq-Cz9_xWhOTE0aBi29OntZdNMKzO8TAXDDGLnDjW4CKvGm8Tj7N/s600/Cross%20Toss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="337" data-original-width="600" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZ1nk-SxxHXdO24lkAYLbuuJAEERCrMy8X2ftS9GEDbah0GYvnV_p26m0WvTP7vrEmKgcc05AAzPVQXpZCBt7a0J17CySJDUSAm5FlVOojzzapi77CT1jlSQREgAU9QW9OBkZQV-toq-Cz9_xWhOTE0aBi29OntZdNMKzO8TAXDDGLnDjW4CKvGm8Tj7N/w487-h274/Cross%20Toss.jpg" width="487" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></div><p class="-Zro6 -ZADH IjV6v AnCKd _57WYp" id="viewer-640l1"><span style="font-family: arial;">...the cross is tossed into the middle, they dive into the water and the fight is on. Note the boys in diving position on the boats waiting for the Cross Toss.<br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0p-uh4VtKzTvAwKofH6QHzUgscfcEmrlYW4C1Z-Qc78YhMycR2UBgnzNQq4AYuIVw4xnUFiPDjVS9eufNUvw44_Lr3M7NYDIBCVreo_E9GWADbZPmY85gJfmsWgjgEjDSGAnRrVJWVwGBfPwuoO0E2u8kQwtwTUCj4nnj73M-YWSbpvaVqk62rL1V0TGZ/s600/Cross%20Retreaved.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="600" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0p-uh4VtKzTvAwKofH6QHzUgscfcEmrlYW4C1Z-Qc78YhMycR2UBgnzNQq4AYuIVw4xnUFiPDjVS9eufNUvw44_Lr3M7NYDIBCVreo_E9GWADbZPmY85gJfmsWgjgEjDSGAnRrVJWVwGBfPwuoO0E2u8kQwtwTUCj4nnj73M-YWSbpvaVqk62rL1V0TGZ/w492-h327/Cross%20Retreaved.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><p class="-Zro6 -ZADH IjV6v AnCKd _57WYp" id="viewer-640l1"><span style="font-family: arial;"> The Cross is retrieved and held high into the air.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXwOcJFnHlYY4sh2kwSx1fjfFhTQ5Mx0UdWEWlLSrIxk6L6L_fbrl1AOjhwVktvYd1SoeEtj5hQ8O2XuhYFxeLIl799nRAexLWiJV-yRWW10OI90mdDb5Q9sH8eZ9fcztCmIRhXCJeH0TTrYKBO_nbhqB4pFa7wxbDBWEKiw_vRVtUoAFnBAeMwrNz4Y0Q/s600/Carried%20back%20to%20church.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="600" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXwOcJFnHlYY4sh2kwSx1fjfFhTQ5Mx0UdWEWlLSrIxk6L6L_fbrl1AOjhwVktvYd1SoeEtj5hQ8O2XuhYFxeLIl799nRAexLWiJV-yRWW10OI90mdDb5Q9sH8eZ9fcztCmIRhXCJeH0TTrYKBO_nbhqB4pFa7wxbDBWEKiw_vRVtUoAFnBAeMwrNz4Y0Q/w466-h245/Carried%20back%20to%20church.jpg" width="466" /></a> </div><p class="-Zro6 -ZADH IjV6v AnCKd _57WYp" id="viewer-640l1"><span style="font-family: arial;">The young man who retrieved the Cross is carried back by the other swimmers to the church with Cross and Trophy in hand. This young man is "SUPPOSED" to be blessed for the rest of the year...but the reality is that with some of the young men it has been more of a curse...but we won't go there...</span></p><p class="-Zro6 -ZADH IjV6v AnCKd _57WYp" id="viewer-640l1"><span style="font-family: arial;">The celebration moves over to the Sponge Docks where food and music are made part of the festivities. That night the Epiphany Ball is held and there are unofficial fireworks and celebrations until the wee hours of the night throughout Tarpon Springs and the surrounding area. (Yes Indy, you will have to deal with some fireworks tomorrow night, but it won't be too bad here in our neighborhood.)</span></p><p class="-Zro6 -ZADH IjV6v AnCKd _57WYp" id="viewer-640l1"><span style="font-family: arial;">FYI: We do not attend any of the celebration, but have watched the Cross Toss via live television which includes four or five helicopters and numerous news people scattered all over the celebration area.<br /></span></p></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com7Holiday, FL 34691, USA28.1826674 -82.74049769999999228.167535474457157 -82.7576638376953 28.197799325542842 -82.723331562304679tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-3705557497045212442023-12-31T21:55:00.000-05:002023-12-31T21:55:10.283-05:00Birds, Birds and More Birds...But First...<span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMsQa0nlowSvguY0HVwJDoz4qvRewUFSgPRVHGhq3KxsPi0BbqP4HWABa8P9N6Wrmr7znzRY81ubQP2RV1Gz2oqATnuFNo91z0Gy12qJ5GGnnylVR6oV73QH5fa1rmV0sjaoGdA1FpfjW49DHZj1bX1hnRb23gQRGJaQtBYVo-r2wJDp-veF0HiOkU4nq/s612/1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="600" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMsQa0nlowSvguY0HVwJDoz4qvRewUFSgPRVHGhq3KxsPi0BbqP4HWABa8P9N6Wrmr7znzRY81ubQP2RV1Gz2oqATnuFNo91z0Gy12qJ5GGnnylVR6oV73QH5fa1rmV0sjaoGdA1FpfjW49DHZj1bX1hnRb23gQRGJaQtBYVo-r2wJDp-veF0HiOkU4nq/w442-h450/1a.jpg" width="442" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;">First, it is a day of reflection. Here is Indy, looking out at the Library Cats, and this a reflection off the passenger outside mirror. Don't know if she is reflecting upon the old year and looking toward the new year...but right now I do know she is wishing that ALL THESE FRICKEN FIREWORKS WOULD STOP!!!! One of these days I hope to get a picture of the many cats that this lady feeds every day in the front parking lot of the Public Library. Some of these cats are surly Ferrel Cats, but a few are owned by someone living in one of the homes on the other side of the fence. Perhaps 2024 will the year I get that picture...</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxAHxhIg1JHfmKfQRi4C2PqX6ChgDtanp0Kynh4Hh22324VRcDfCZPxFjtK7oF04U5YGeEJUtXWvUfx_0CWqbl3OOCM7A4jLKkEkWK0a-sK9VGVz3SfzCuFxytj391did8e8p_1T4dKMg00YNqSs_GoCpYiUCx_J0b8nGRb2Tmch_hokEqDmmkEUWEh23/s600/1b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxAHxhIg1JHfmKfQRi4C2PqX6ChgDtanp0Kynh4Hh22324VRcDfCZPxFjtK7oF04U5YGeEJUtXWvUfx_0CWqbl3OOCM7A4jLKkEkWK0a-sK9VGVz3SfzCuFxytj391did8e8p_1T4dKMg00YNqSs_GoCpYiUCx_J0b8nGRb2Tmch_hokEqDmmkEUWEh23/w446-h335/1b.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Here is the Library Pond that attracts all the birds. "IF" all those trees were not there on the left, we could probably see the RV Storage where our motorhome is stored, and maybe even a portion of our Condo. </span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsrpbgeEE_1f8eoYHUZEWIDjvfdslTwWx-xbikFJ8oO9GL4HTQGrb0aFmIB0Ob2OjdWvASRx0RDaLTe9-f7ev3F49G8_PsszueIz4krSCxqSjnLmtp0bOGGv7o_NFXWhdAvbeSd-WRZlhEyE5Gpu5Kbe5FIWvuQiI2BK1WqFaO5cbhuDtRX0xSvLQwWVL/s638/2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsrpbgeEE_1f8eoYHUZEWIDjvfdslTwWx-xbikFJ8oO9GL4HTQGrb0aFmIB0Ob2OjdWvASRx0RDaLTe9-f7ev3F49G8_PsszueIz4krSCxqSjnLmtp0bOGGv7o_NFXWhdAvbeSd-WRZlhEyE5Gpu5Kbe5FIWvuQiI2BK1WqFaO5cbhuDtRX0xSvLQwWVL/s320/2a.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHyKDKG6H_Ky5X89QhWiFnayCG-UErcy5E_aq8AJRAzAxjNZdm8lyGi3mA_z1n8ukZ4Y-9AgyWKjsotEd5uPh8qCyUUfE2aYMmIB8biGl63rBmKz-5c5Oy9d27kLYFphjftSqPvnEtlxDfPPeF10x8b_dhY2je_1QCPgeJcuQDsTOhvMUVTVPfdUY3FhLy/s600/2b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="600" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHyKDKG6H_Ky5X89QhWiFnayCG-UErcy5E_aq8AJRAzAxjNZdm8lyGi3mA_z1n8ukZ4Y-9AgyWKjsotEd5uPh8qCyUUfE2aYMmIB8biGl63rBmKz-5c5Oy9d27kLYFphjftSqPvnEtlxDfPPeF10x8b_dhY2je_1QCPgeJcuQDsTOhvMUVTVPfdUY3FhLy/s320/2b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">These larger white birds are very common, but they don't hang around together in the numbers that the smaller white birds below do. Now I could research and give the name off each of the birds ... maybe next year. (LOL)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJro0ZUc8CxmuLEiW118AQwk_IgtBbwd34WC60lVSnqgHr448HH7B35JfmELFr5kGqbV0H-mN51HCdUHRxSILwjuZXp25KJKkgZcJsgMO40tmofCVmdEPx73GchInF992MNM96C6x4GpRGD9hJqHZjvIXBiIKsQs60Z_6FcshEywjmxp404mNP87kPX-tW/s600/2c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJro0ZUc8CxmuLEiW118AQwk_IgtBbwd34WC60lVSnqgHr448HH7B35JfmELFr5kGqbV0H-mN51HCdUHRxSILwjuZXp25KJKkgZcJsgMO40tmofCVmdEPx73GchInF992MNM96C6x4GpRGD9hJqHZjvIXBiIKsQs60Z_6FcshEywjmxp404mNP87kPX-tW/s320/2c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw4piyLt8AlRVDpD4q6HF5D5SIL6IMal1pl2G_cy6-AX3rJlYwwLKR3apXBFGxVaugUbbk72hetL6tbdDlw6rsA1rK48GB2tmBxUOJwzWo_Rk0ZdvBHIafTfe14ULkwYGuYBIJd6i-oaycsuywDMJp8u1b7OaAWxrQqks3l28Tbagzd9kSoFOMdTvTfrDC/s600/2d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="254" data-original-width="600" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw4piyLt8AlRVDpD4q6HF5D5SIL6IMal1pl2G_cy6-AX3rJlYwwLKR3apXBFGxVaugUbbk72hetL6tbdDlw6rsA1rK48GB2tmBxUOJwzWo_Rk0ZdvBHIafTfe14ULkwYGuYBIJd6i-oaycsuywDMJp8u1b7OaAWxrQqks3l28Tbagzd9kSoFOMdTvTfrDC/s320/2d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">These small white birds have landed on the lawn at the condos, and especially the lawn by where the motorhome is stored. When they do go to the lawn, it is normally after a good rain which brings the bugs out that they feed on.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieawkrb14LcvAoc1YQ3nyWw_CNn_eZXYcMGMZ_QtJINYkDHr1J86lsSmGA1OIRT98t6aKMzW4ng1Idg0mG4-9Ui-kxUbN5B-eJ2muXOLckugI5p5PsTI3yFw76COk3mMtFRb41jJUm4UO89QHLR12Gsoeb9K7QuiN3rDfVlDzEOQYCxFH9y8ZLtD3rtEmH/s600/3a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieawkrb14LcvAoc1YQ3nyWw_CNn_eZXYcMGMZ_QtJINYkDHr1J86lsSmGA1OIRT98t6aKMzW4ng1Idg0mG4-9Ui-kxUbN5B-eJ2muXOLckugI5p5PsTI3yFw76COk3mMtFRb41jJUm4UO89QHLR12Gsoeb9K7QuiN3rDfVlDzEOQYCxFH9y8ZLtD3rtEmH/w453-h340/3a.jpg" width="453" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">This is at Anclote River Park today. Took the short four mile drive over there to see how busy they were on a Sunday afternoon, with temps around 65 degrees with a light breeze. Saw a number of families having picnics, many boaters, and some dog walkers and people watchers. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5k4iAqVi_wDSiiSPIqIcf5WSiOMypHNKMQARxFqfcRbT2U-H9YUSWBFPII3mIWrY7HzrkC5yvYOHPcATxiAOF7XXrURl09ogs21_iXC1BZBUNxvZTcRl_JmM3PxEWFk6s3G-yXMIakYmUCN1HbmKDJaHVIhmN4AbUV5t33zfdh_YsZNfGA7iSx-67S7vh/s600/3b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5k4iAqVi_wDSiiSPIqIcf5WSiOMypHNKMQARxFqfcRbT2U-H9YUSWBFPII3mIWrY7HzrkC5yvYOHPcATxiAOF7XXrURl09ogs21_iXC1BZBUNxvZTcRl_JmM3PxEWFk6s3G-yXMIakYmUCN1HbmKDJaHVIhmN4AbUV5t33zfdh_YsZNfGA7iSx-67S7vh/w483-h362/3b.jpg" width="483" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTA7s5imeYrlQ-SkzoaQm5qb7FJhvHd63-gqk9Zi6HFKZmS71GShCvJ0QRZjIQHmD2P1gX-zhDMYYu0qy8uv91I8SGUNInfkD7SwY6MF03N__vyhWfMqkNlUa6aC_4JTadBi4zzjsWEFH-dnAN2rVATNhm9YP-e5_Wx6WAZL8faySCJO2QjEJW3GRbqf8q/s702/3c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="702" data-original-width="600" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTA7s5imeYrlQ-SkzoaQm5qb7FJhvHd63-gqk9Zi6HFKZmS71GShCvJ0QRZjIQHmD2P1gX-zhDMYYu0qy8uv91I8SGUNInfkD7SwY6MF03N__vyhWfMqkNlUa6aC_4JTadBi4zzjsWEFH-dnAN2rVATNhm9YP-e5_Wx6WAZL8faySCJO2QjEJW3GRbqf8q/w322-h376/3c.jpg" width="322" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I love these Pelicans, especially when they are flying. When less people are around, they gather all over the boat launching docks. When they fly, many times they fly just above the water by a few feet.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeL-OTAgo7Pk0PhsKu58Z5Uuwdg9-mjP9jtbyqK4XwtI8qN0aCQMtOZ5zz8O-XQiEDDhvWSn6A-HLGsGGf1yQA9pqpcDYZps_fuZNdCQH-9j9ssB6jXFNyUcW8onFDl13S41rn6Rq2dQTZruWxlejcIU6spTEWdTFNkibl8y_JxoCLPHkda6jOEM_CfqTt/s400/Happy%20New%20Year.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeL-OTAgo7Pk0PhsKu58Z5Uuwdg9-mjP9jtbyqK4XwtI8qN0aCQMtOZ5zz8O-XQiEDDhvWSn6A-HLGsGGf1yQA9pqpcDYZps_fuZNdCQH-9j9ssB6jXFNyUcW8onFDl13S41rn6Rq2dQTZruWxlejcIU6spTEWdTFNkibl8y_JxoCLPHkda6jOEM_CfqTt/s320/Happy%20New%20Year.webp" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Hope you all have a wonderful New Year. Now, and anyone tell me when these fireworks will stop? It is 9:45 and it sounds like it is midnight. Well, you know what they say in Florida..."It's Five O'Clock Somewhere." So today, it has to be midnight somewhere, so lets celebrate that time right now. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Note: Indy had a ThunderWunders about 90 minutes ago, and has settled down considerably. Probably will give her another around 11:15, because when midnight hits, all hell breaks loose around here.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com6Holiday, FL 34691, USA28.1819971 -82.74066409999998928.151737195718162 -82.774996375390614 28.212257004281838 -82.706331824609364tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-74485505507033888222023-12-21T20:07:00.000-05:002023-12-21T20:07:14.001-05:00Mom's New Teeth, Visit to Crystal Beach, Christmas Plans<span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW72EbYjPZ0Ya0syv2sNuhhgfgA0CJ9QtbLTHAqqS9w6W49OCZo9s7UxwUJuyT-LiC_Kj3jfNJ8H70p8RVpKwYVFICDvjyoJULFN5Q_TU34dvAwxou-fYikSP3rMZhKvTwlcTM8riD-ZEDwnbqpNptHns7C7vTPp-swdX1z7e9Wyu7NytaakJQAP46aBx9/s1600/Mom%20New%20Teeth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW72EbYjPZ0Ya0syv2sNuhhgfgA0CJ9QtbLTHAqqS9w6W49OCZo9s7UxwUJuyT-LiC_Kj3jfNJ8H70p8RVpKwYVFICDvjyoJULFN5Q_TU34dvAwxou-fYikSP3rMZhKvTwlcTM8riD-ZEDwnbqpNptHns7C7vTPp-swdX1z7e9Wyu7NytaakJQAP46aBx9/w341-h455/Mom%20New%20Teeth.jpg" width="341" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Mom's has been in need of having her teeth done for a number of months now. But with all her illnesses, it has been hard to schedule it. While we were still in California, I took her to one, perhaps two dental appointments. Today they finally got everything done. A permanent upper bridge, and a few teeth added to her lower removable bridge. After 93 years, her teeth have sure been through the ringer. She has been a trooper as far as I am concern in going so long with missing teeth in the front of her mouth. You can see by the grin that she is a happy camper. Of course, it all is not good news...she has another UTI which they put her on an antibiotic for even before the full results of the test came back.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYBpAwPfTKA2YfB6Dnh1IefP0t2nw3ZpJFyv2K1TpUirafMCLvzN8VURalOed4LSl16bVBthVXLAPxhtR54Ewn90-JSDKS2ZPDyZI12nL3gRQyf65aKGep33oyQFYYfa_3H9bSYGW7aPvXSjguWx2g5zcfmhz263n0-iJYv5YwR_M8uenlzYp9fX-ZRTq/s900/1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="900" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYBpAwPfTKA2YfB6Dnh1IefP0t2nw3ZpJFyv2K1TpUirafMCLvzN8VURalOed4LSl16bVBthVXLAPxhtR54Ewn90-JSDKS2ZPDyZI12nL3gRQyf65aKGep33oyQFYYfa_3H9bSYGW7aPvXSjguWx2g5zcfmhz263n0-iJYv5YwR_M8uenlzYp9fX-ZRTq/w475-h357/1a.jpg" width="475" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Longtime followers of my blog know that when in Florida, one of my favorite spots to go while Marcia is at Bible Study with the other ladies at church is Crystal Beach. We had a storm blow through our area last weekend...wind gust of around 50 mph. Monday is Bible Study day, so it was still brisk and windy while Indy and I went to Crystal Beach. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ubJdz9-yM6b2WsHaUglLm3rXRoH166JTKQ2l0yhB2dqUOAhBOZIssu3kOGaNt0ftmqTywNfJJDxIGyOBmyurZ1_vv-Qbj-oyMYMQ9QKaWIpIRPRg9ctVyMN2RsFFJNu_WEyJkJJshzx6etDSpykmkXasF06yci0osWyA8onDFwl6-IVWeVSiDYme9WRb/s667/1b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="500" height="555" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ubJdz9-yM6b2WsHaUglLm3rXRoH166JTKQ2l0yhB2dqUOAhBOZIssu3kOGaNt0ftmqTywNfJJDxIGyOBmyurZ1_vv-Qbj-oyMYMQ9QKaWIpIRPRg9ctVyMN2RsFFJNu_WEyJkJJshzx6etDSpykmkXasF06yci0osWyA8onDFwl6-IVWeVSiDYme9WRb/w416-h555/1b.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Here is a different angle of the pedestrian pier. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtBICWIU6W51wUaBGArlHrdpRGrNEsnAO3fr5PtahHcopx6aJ1Ts2RlcL7x5H2y29E2OcPnez3WRt4RWS8F-3xp8bkv7zRXzFzoAjc-TLg2Ke470rfaaV1ct-uMzz9CLQmHRJ8jjc21QUjh2eaOr1Dy4gYqabiOw59W6C1J-L9fMGvH92BeWbe52IcBg7/s600/1c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="367" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtBICWIU6W51wUaBGArlHrdpRGrNEsnAO3fr5PtahHcopx6aJ1Ts2RlcL7x5H2y29E2OcPnez3WRt4RWS8F-3xp8bkv7zRXzFzoAjc-TLg2Ke470rfaaV1ct-uMzz9CLQmHRJ8jjc21QUjh2eaOr1Dy4gYqabiOw59W6C1J-L9fMGvH92BeWbe52IcBg7/w489-h367/1c.jpg" width="489" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Here is Indy's view of the Pedestrian Pier with a person walking out along the pier.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhET8hbEEqeixdMIoDL0q4iPffk5BcxQ_r6v9RZSnf1iQNJfX99raGc3Ie4btllKecxKGfKiahhE1leQIdwz4MkrjuNR_msreGLJ1eN59DvtD7IlCGdZ4IF9v5zm5OriC31tZDgXpqIyJQm0Ft9gzvgQVlxoNXwEk8dxCvcGYqBhxjj9uGXEDzg4HIsfmOF/s600/2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhET8hbEEqeixdMIoDL0q4iPffk5BcxQ_r6v9RZSnf1iQNJfX99raGc3Ie4btllKecxKGfKiahhE1leQIdwz4MkrjuNR_msreGLJ1eN59DvtD7IlCGdZ4IF9v5zm5OriC31tZDgXpqIyJQm0Ft9gzvgQVlxoNXwEk8dxCvcGYqBhxjj9uGXEDzg4HIsfmOF/w484-h363/2a.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Just a mile north of Crystal Beach is another area that includes Wall Springs Park. There are some wonderful old homes in this area too.</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZi4N0KiX_LS5gMqBClJ2BvpjFP0JsKRaoupGbu2oCJdDPDP_iFosso6yAd_hLMLv1mE3wG8ldetG5gR2vMwAhwOM94Q48BFabPqbhLHbRuK9LFmW78sg-LPJWy0LsFFviQwCCKx513osJjr3tU15ZsgvJiVV5JB7jRPSa_aywleL_EMkb88nFLExwCsoz/s600/2b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="305" data-original-width="600" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZi4N0KiX_LS5gMqBClJ2BvpjFP0JsKRaoupGbu2oCJdDPDP_iFosso6yAd_hLMLv1mE3wG8ldetG5gR2vMwAhwOM94Q48BFabPqbhLHbRuK9LFmW78sg-LPJWy0LsFFviQwCCKx513osJjr3tU15ZsgvJiVV5JB7jRPSa_aywleL_EMkb88nFLExwCsoz/w483-h246/2b.jpg" width="483" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyLyLcClxQskQ0PbHb1F4gAK6DXktNjzq2UeAPfHY2uuukcOrGqjzn5lOOJkM_DBdxmYCYGVLu2ts_mM4UaM5I42ylUxECgr-BypV06_F1smLPkDInqn4lXCVog6IFoY1ddtumXTTogs1RpUWqE4Cm1Zg3vU-GG4C-BA6bObkwvLFLCvbJRm_wsF-ZG7FX/s600/2c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyLyLcClxQskQ0PbHb1F4gAK6DXktNjzq2UeAPfHY2uuukcOrGqjzn5lOOJkM_DBdxmYCYGVLu2ts_mM4UaM5I42ylUxECgr-BypV06_F1smLPkDInqn4lXCVog6IFoY1ddtumXTTogs1RpUWqE4Cm1Zg3vU-GG4C-BA6bObkwvLFLCvbJRm_wsF-ZG7FX/w488-h325/2c.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />As for Marcia and I, we are going to enjoy Christmas Eve together. Have a Rib Eye roast which we will have for dinner (and a number of dinners/meals in the future). On Christmas Day we will go over to her brother Mike and sister-in-law Sandy's house. It should be a relaxing long weekend.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh425IHLhDpavoI61DWYlFmDFh2tUJoz0gj6DXl958IOwR_-ny1rTuP0ZTxD762bt8b52duTnDxJapczbjlTWX056FajGqGYu3NKzBa64m8UZiMwA3Kk0XpvzUBcjwqu8kuoIsT16FGlhROmJlGAF3y4APGwFGDOTqNSj6SgPlGWn3FInvB2LqTzVNfp12u/s600/3a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh425IHLhDpavoI61DWYlFmDFh2tUJoz0gj6DXl958IOwR_-ny1rTuP0ZTxD762bt8b52duTnDxJapczbjlTWX056FajGqGYu3NKzBa64m8UZiMwA3Kk0XpvzUBcjwqu8kuoIsT16FGlhROmJlGAF3y4APGwFGDOTqNSj6SgPlGWn3FInvB2LqTzVNfp12u/w466-h310/3a.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">A tradition they have along the coast is Boat Christmas Parades. I have never seen one (don't like to drive at night anymore), but the news typically covers a few of them and they look real neat. Another Florida tradition is Golf Cart Christmas Parades. So many retirement communities allow Golf Carts, and again, a few of these are covered by the local news too. As for our Condo...they HOA has a nice display down by the pool, but residents cannot put anything outside. Some light up the inside windows, and some open the drapes to their spare bedroom and put up a display in the bedroom. One new lady has a large snowman outside her front door, and I am counting the days before she has to take it down. She seems to have some bucks, so she might just pay the fine they will impose after 3 days. Will know tomorrow since today is the third day.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzEVtJxXcywAPDIJXA4TN3Waot4VaAU7BGw1Rz3r9-1zUwhUIZ2QCHYBsEwDx1x7Ypm__O_gPhwZ70YZpvE0Z4Yf2JnCWb4dyE57to-bWvnoVWioA6OZuw3GSUfZvs6yth6Two5sgwOfrkTWnwcoDpFTrWIJZA4ernjSOb67ZcCnWrB-drUYltbekB7xpI/s500/Christmas.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="403" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzEVtJxXcywAPDIJXA4TN3Waot4VaAU7BGw1Rz3r9-1zUwhUIZ2QCHYBsEwDx1x7Ypm__O_gPhwZ70YZpvE0Z4Yf2JnCWb4dyE57to-bWvnoVWioA6OZuw3GSUfZvs6yth6Two5sgwOfrkTWnwcoDpFTrWIJZA4ernjSOb67ZcCnWrB-drUYltbekB7xpI/w403-h403/Christmas.gif" width="403" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com4Holiday, FL 34691, USA28.1813004 -82.74014679999999128.177517684591344 -82.744438334423819 28.185083115408659 -82.735855265576163tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-32726607099339123072023-12-05T11:19:00.003-05:002023-12-05T11:19:30.368-05:00HOME! <span style="font-family: arial;">Just have enough time to say "WE ARE HOME"<br /></span><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com8Holiday, FL 34691, USA28.1826674 -82.74049769999999228.15240137195255 -82.774829975390617 28.21293342804745 -82.706165424609367tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-14188957026090449902023-12-01T19:38:00.000-05:002023-12-01T19:38:35.225-05:00Vado to Baytown<span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9F7eJ-0TaMK-_fan3N7dXeqiKqPEISE8waSQjnsj1XP-RGQAUBou2ojZd0XjBmZ7x-saHksUM_ecPD7Bt4yJ2YK2uCGnJoYBRuOljFnhRx9XhNst4k_57QoqLzSEgk-wPZKcvAzuYoX8CvWBfFfmc3cb1xsz7wR5ZTykseuyixhYf6_QZOO-7VF_RNYiV/s636/1A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="636" data-original-width="600" height="443" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9F7eJ-0TaMK-_fan3N7dXeqiKqPEISE8waSQjnsj1XP-RGQAUBou2ojZd0XjBmZ7x-saHksUM_ecPD7Bt4yJ2YK2uCGnJoYBRuOljFnhRx9XhNst4k_57QoqLzSEgk-wPZKcvAzuYoX8CvWBfFfmc3cb1xsz7wR5ZTykseuyixhYf6_QZOO-7VF_RNYiV/w418-h443/1A.jpg" width="418" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;">When we left Vado's RV Park we quickly came to the Texas boarder. Our original intentions was to take the 375 highway to bypass going through El Paso...but they had highway construction going on and the exit to Highway 375 was blocked off. Oh CRAP, we have to drive through El Paso after all. Fortunately there were no problems, and a little bit of a slow down, going this route.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tKCGKp83b0m6j3M6d7_2d19sUX4ki8e0aoP5huUL2ztd4OQBcpQrUlMRxlY5mCUPRzrI4JLDd75u7PqKL8LCaPhE-16MN3PVgjqn_4Luza8wDq1YRvwSRZsmFz-zCZd7OTK2ZL3UboX3GekVI0nLGEB3ODpHdHqla0WR_s8lcGQgGLkDiESSLv_mdXgq/s600/1B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="477" data-original-width="600" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tKCGKp83b0m6j3M6d7_2d19sUX4ki8e0aoP5huUL2ztd4OQBcpQrUlMRxlY5mCUPRzrI4JLDd75u7PqKL8LCaPhE-16MN3PVgjqn_4Luza8wDq1YRvwSRZsmFz-zCZd7OTK2ZL3UboX3GekVI0nLGEB3ODpHdHqla0WR_s8lcGQgGLkDiESSLv_mdXgq/w461-h366/1B.jpg" width="461" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Here we are a good half hour past El Paso and we have open road, all is well. We also filled up with gas at a Flying J, $2.79 a gallon, if I remember right, east of El Paso. The lower the price the better in my opinion. </span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJTlqZNECenG7LQEbkJfswgcVYBkHOBy5gXaaJNpKmkmya879hHsoedsSjPzAMAM5QE3stoOfw5kTXWR-XO4CLqBukAz-yPKaYJVhyphenhyphenx1f9NVJ1ZnefFMdWX9bDAOEhF7UI-mIjlcKNjAjyveiTh9jN3Rqq2T6v3REeBr6hXH0Xa6YSZW7cjvKtEf3JhH9h/s600/1C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="355" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJTlqZNECenG7LQEbkJfswgcVYBkHOBy5gXaaJNpKmkmya879hHsoedsSjPzAMAM5QE3stoOfw5kTXWR-XO4CLqBukAz-yPKaYJVhyphenhyphenx1f9NVJ1ZnefFMdWX9bDAOEhF7UI-mIjlcKNjAjyveiTh9jN3Rqq2T6v3REeBr6hXH0Xa6YSZW7cjvKtEf3JhH9h/w473-h355/1C.jpg" width="473" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">From El Paso through to Sonora was very uneventful...just a lot of miles.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOTPgY7pL-d1oub6pUkLHsKy_LhL7Yi9rNzaPSfgprN_HYN-JEsJ7GYriVv6CoXl_4fD8lTc__gLLuuu4H1L50s7nbMaOQdHIasLANXmzy3AaKWdvDj3_H4pBksIW76ToqRMIjev7m2xPUzp1TmP0Lr6RMd5j6CrTuOc9oQuEXUs-O77TpzdhXYM34UoX4/s600/1D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="345" data-original-width="600" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOTPgY7pL-d1oub6pUkLHsKy_LhL7Yi9rNzaPSfgprN_HYN-JEsJ7GYriVv6CoXl_4fD8lTc__gLLuuu4H1L50s7nbMaOQdHIasLANXmzy3AaKWdvDj3_H4pBksIW76ToqRMIjev7m2xPUzp1TmP0Lr6RMd5j6CrTuOc9oQuEXUs-O77TpzdhXYM34UoX4/w481-h277/1D.jpg" width="481" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Going through the boarder check was interesting. At first I did not think he was going to wave me through...then at the last second he said, "Go on through 'Dave' " Now how in the world did he know my name?????????</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjawEUOqK86OhJzzT_wubEDDpLXegbmdPk3PFTZhF9gQwhr4-K75Ft3PEnVod3BvifP-c9nBGNkQKvEOnZo-fuUdXitGdSMCJRtpWOEEUu8dIlk_sY_142IBleWejBPh9J8gParZvGHfU-184xeCnCIWSxJdFFO1_qnjX2WhfRCF3sqetSHE6Ank1Qtvx/s700/2A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="700" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjawEUOqK86OhJzzT_wubEDDpLXegbmdPk3PFTZhF9gQwhr4-K75Ft3PEnVod3BvifP-c9nBGNkQKvEOnZo-fuUdXitGdSMCJRtpWOEEUu8dIlk_sY_142IBleWejBPh9J8gParZvGHfU-184xeCnCIWSxJdFFO1_qnjX2WhfRCF3sqetSHE6Ank1Qtvx/w496-h372/2A.jpg" width="496" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Near the boarder check, stands this mountain monument. It is called, in non academic worlds, Squawteat Peak, it is a breast-shaped hill in Pecos County, Texas. In "common name" Squawteat Peak is a reference to the ethnic and sexual slur squaw, and is now generally avoided in academic circles. Ok to have a CHILD (under 18) not be associated to this mountain, BUT it is OK to associate a child with sex change, with gender dysphoria, but HELL, we can't call a mountain Squawteat Peak because it looks like woman's breast! What type of world has this become????? That was the end of Wednesday pictures. We got to Sonora and got our spot at the RV Park there, Elite RV Park. Saw a BBQ establishment nearby and readily got BBQ for dinner. Oh, it was good...nice to see young people in there working and running the place!</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUUFlNB6rES6TxNdt1dG-jYbuRBzMPNA7uxlpdT0z6pGeTmHK1lGat07IWmWrcmpvMqyOsFTy88576DQX0-lQCKSZd6BUbMDYVPI3RcpEPybunKmWZm681PEts96yXslmRcfPCMgeIXJvfzDL6aVtB_NUFi2bJCD-0Pze5NGeS-BodocQ-cSKhjpud-S0Q/s600/3b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="356" data-original-width="600" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUUFlNB6rES6TxNdt1dG-jYbuRBzMPNA7uxlpdT0z6pGeTmHK1lGat07IWmWrcmpvMqyOsFTy88576DQX0-lQCKSZd6BUbMDYVPI3RcpEPybunKmWZm681PEts96yXslmRcfPCMgeIXJvfzDL6aVtB_NUFi2bJCD-0Pze5NGeS-BodocQ-cSKhjpud-S0Q/w511-h303/3b.jpg" width="511" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />All day Thursday we had a light mist or slight rain through San Antonio headed to Houston. Driving through San Antonio at 10 am was just right...now for Houston.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtk3VqFDlG8Sq4sMphpSi_-mba4pFnuhQgjUyCZ29CW7jsRTEdtYLtmADSAnAfukQAgmkP3T-7JNIogDXlP4kw8JJkWxZ87G4D1GStL9IFW9RrJ3889dl0_pbkpKdYpSeeQCojwkAWM6hBkBAswntqCnsJpIxI90QyJRWaZfU17FSQkycLXTZRyq-Q3ZJz/s600/4a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="381" data-original-width="600" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtk3VqFDlG8Sq4sMphpSi_-mba4pFnuhQgjUyCZ29CW7jsRTEdtYLtmADSAnAfukQAgmkP3T-7JNIogDXlP4kw8JJkWxZ87G4D1GStL9IFW9RrJ3889dl0_pbkpKdYpSeeQCojwkAWM6hBkBAswntqCnsJpIxI90QyJRWaZfU17FSQkycLXTZRyq-Q3ZJz/w527-h334/4a.jpg" width="527" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">When we got free of San Antonio, I looked to see how the traffic was doing in Houston, and it was great. 30 minutes later the same search did not look so great. And 30 minutes later as we were getting closer, it looked like we would have issues. The light misty rain turned into down pours. The traffic came to a crawl as we came upon wreck after wreck. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIktoqsAwJS2orBK7XOUIa0M5Oznl7gP2ZE2TPVjDQb47uO5LPucx8RocdP2i6gjAzBTbzgcMFS9Un0sKcxDMCKUnSy37-Jufg84vYFy2UeOmGBHcy8Y4CpUIieo8XvKS_UtlQvfSeYnGBwvgZdp8OF2L8DNuFgf8ZZXaiT5wFsooC9VlBH6R3bgIw-NXz/s600/4b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIktoqsAwJS2orBK7XOUIa0M5Oznl7gP2ZE2TPVjDQb47uO5LPucx8RocdP2i6gjAzBTbzgcMFS9Un0sKcxDMCKUnSy37-Jufg84vYFy2UeOmGBHcy8Y4CpUIieo8XvKS_UtlQvfSeYnGBwvgZdp8OF2L8DNuFgf8ZZXaiT5wFsooC9VlBH6R3bgIw-NXz/w527-h396/4b.jpg" width="527" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Due to heavier rains, we slowed way down, and crawled along the highway for over an hour. <br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnXodbOLLVzOEEBCTVqZY74KokTAbVPP2doAvexz6YUHZ7rUurHpHHF-r-NJlI_SzoMLXoI8tVB0zULdckdMqQiq_ovJD7FHhbITaX5rHhLEFeqg6z8-i0BN7D1noBagN4TjFuBCBNKgJRSIPe8d5OpFWyAdYaaGgfuESM4AtHX96DGuiT0U7wXBOYGiYr/s600/4c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="600" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnXodbOLLVzOEEBCTVqZY74KokTAbVPP2doAvexz6YUHZ7rUurHpHHF-r-NJlI_SzoMLXoI8tVB0zULdckdMqQiq_ovJD7FHhbITaX5rHhLEFeqg6z8-i0BN7D1noBagN4TjFuBCBNKgJRSIPe8d5OpFWyAdYaaGgfuESM4AtHX96DGuiT0U7wXBOYGiYr/w537-h331/4c.jpg" width="537" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">We had gotten through the worse of it, just to have these guys slow everyone up again. The cars in the far left of the picture are having issues...and giving everyone else issues. <br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMH9aME_s7HfiylN_QCWqIPAT_Af8JCOBlwY3YHfKreWQcru1icQBR1sc0MZ6_ALpq8bkCIwht9BirRZbOOz1v-h5a3ie6DnljnxFf6m6p0IwTde6MZihXy-b4W_xFHoQxdbOV6EBHFM_lZZag6eiOnMOmPYQBx_iIdNjJWnX9H9FDhOd53PhbDibx5nJ/s600/4d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="600" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMH9aME_s7HfiylN_QCWqIPAT_Af8JCOBlwY3YHfKreWQcru1icQBR1sc0MZ6_ALpq8bkCIwht9BirRZbOOz1v-h5a3ie6DnljnxFf6m6p0IwTde6MZihXy-b4W_xFHoQxdbOV6EBHFM_lZZag6eiOnMOmPYQBx_iIdNjJWnX9H9FDhOd53PhbDibx5nJ/w501-h319/4d.jpg" width="501" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;">We get passed that point and again we are laden down with slow traffic. Because of the rain, which was coming down around 2-3 hours before we arrived, it made for wet setup at the RV Park in Baytown, Texas. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">With steady rain when we got to the RV Park, I got a bit soaked getting set up, but the rain did finally subsided. The timing of going through Houston was just perfect...predicting rain was not. It took an extra 90 minutes getting through town to our destination, but we made it...can't complain about that.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYxaD2RqCfDXh7D1SLR4FNgilBOZPQwfI71AXSN-0Atoer3xNL_kWWo2QsbPMBuiKNj3jwCYyhf6dx3-OI5I1hJPduT1GGY2icDUQXzR4OnsoEJB-4pDIUenKiufe6k17DzUksU_rmJJqgMVRTc8n1UO5oL9eYB3mLzsGhgfSiMhLx83AIVoYmvUq8EL-/s600/5a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYxaD2RqCfDXh7D1SLR4FNgilBOZPQwfI71AXSN-0Atoer3xNL_kWWo2QsbPMBuiKNj3jwCYyhf6dx3-OI5I1hJPduT1GGY2icDUQXzR4OnsoEJB-4pDIUenKiufe6k17DzUksU_rmJJqgMVRTc8n1UO5oL9eYB3mLzsGhgfSiMhLx83AIVoYmvUq8EL-/w505-h379/5a.jpg" width="505" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">We chose to stay at this park for two nights. We both had a good nights sleep last night, and I did not get up until after 10 am! Not much rain today until the evening hour, so Indy and I sat outside for a good 90 minutes. She was keeping an eye on anything that moved...growling and barking as she seemed to feel necessary.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQxliUuUrR9pB3A8e67aK5r151GHBNFZUaAgWiG_gu7O3V5GhBGU3j2gz8TN3F-KM4rOg1doqUiNHmgy8SWCGoWoN_3qADZ3shzrVC0qH-6K33s15NUz2TbZJWNdC4ajrrYgoyzwC3N3kn4bDVyQLhNGU6C14czjORSoSTevhFLP0UtLob7bNtvLV2BLP/s600/5b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="404" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQxliUuUrR9pB3A8e67aK5r151GHBNFZUaAgWiG_gu7O3V5GhBGU3j2gz8TN3F-KM4rOg1doqUiNHmgy8SWCGoWoN_3qADZ3shzrVC0qH-6K33s15NUz2TbZJWNdC4ajrrYgoyzwC3N3kn4bDVyQLhNGU6C14czjORSoSTevhFLP0UtLob7bNtvLV2BLP/w539-h404/5b.jpg" width="539" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcp3FZipjBbibIm9tdIdOGeYmypMmzgNl3l9MYV-7Y2bhu29sYqJVjoODDOZMulhyZJHRyD9r2GcUjIObIOXn4DL2tACvVsOYzPep5Z7c90CbD72dfMSQ6DgyfqCwbYrs_avNiQ3Fqtt3ZYV9GjNOEC246ykRzhTJC77Qbaeht3gRnaI_UIQh4eN8cP2X/s600/5c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcp3FZipjBbibIm9tdIdOGeYmypMmzgNl3l9MYV-7Y2bhu29sYqJVjoODDOZMulhyZJHRyD9r2GcUjIObIOXn4DL2tACvVsOYzPep5Z7c90CbD72dfMSQ6DgyfqCwbYrs_avNiQ3Fqtt3ZYV9GjNOEC246ykRzhTJC77Qbaeht3gRnaI_UIQh4eN8cP2X/w547-h410/5c.jpg" width="547" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVc4qrTX38iOB-h_pZXb1MbfBSGHpTNa1DV8HTqCx4rt9Efnb4VcBJh9GwtB83X5UCtZxElImYKvXM-n898EBSJk_L5UVdZMZ9osKqr9byd5i4U-bPFlzENPyRfMNTI6jqjznIw0uNxkFeFHv-bzvhr74WgbHD3wqKXtFJPyY8FcqgXec1cVFUX_3bS1Y/s600/5d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="415" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVc4qrTX38iOB-h_pZXb1MbfBSGHpTNa1DV8HTqCx4rt9Efnb4VcBJh9GwtB83X5UCtZxElImYKvXM-n898EBSJk_L5UVdZMZ9osKqr9byd5i4U-bPFlzENPyRfMNTI6jqjznIw0uNxkFeFHv-bzvhr74WgbHD3wqKXtFJPyY8FcqgXec1cVFUX_3bS1Y/w552-h415/5d.jpg" width="552" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">What better place to keep an eye on things but on top of the table!</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeg9G84QrkIu5bhR_D5NL5ieGoEdvu4h7N0O05YNYWPQJBgd3Je3KyU5MQW-qU_pkjCFm16zJSdnz36twmOMQaniV4XQGI9kyza1g6VWGZB0QduN6hyphenhyphen8r6rb034S5LtCQhA2CQ2fsBaAxzZa8eEHihb_HnQJu8JUBTyG_s-lc54_LY5ASKxiIPqMQcqnW/s600/5e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="423" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeg9G84QrkIu5bhR_D5NL5ieGoEdvu4h7N0O05YNYWPQJBgd3Je3KyU5MQW-qU_pkjCFm16zJSdnz36twmOMQaniV4XQGI9kyza1g6VWGZB0QduN6hyphenhyphen8r6rb034S5LtCQhA2CQ2fsBaAxzZa8eEHihb_HnQJu8JUBTyG_s-lc54_LY5ASKxiIPqMQcqnW/w564-h423/5e.jpg" width="564" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">She was such a good little girl!!!!</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I did not unhook the car so I did not go around getting pictures of the park. It is an older KOA park which is been well kept up. The monthly rate is somewhere around $650 plus electricity, and the weather in Baytown is very nice as far as winter is concern. Not a bad place to stay at for a few months during winter, that is for sure. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Tomorrow we are off again headed for home. Hope to pull in on Monday, no later than Tuesday. It will be nice to be home again, but we have sure enjoyed our trip this year, just wish mom was in better health to enjoy it with us.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com4Houston East RV Resort, 11810 I-10, Baytown, TX 77523, USA29.8228739 -94.87515931.5126400638211557 -130.0314093 58.133107736178843 -59.718909300000007tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-36347735923706376902023-11-30T23:05:00.000-05:002023-11-30T23:05:02.028-05:00Baytown Texas, 800 More Miles Down, 900 to Go<p><span style="font-family: arial;">Ever wonder HOW did I do this or that when you were younger...but NOW it is like, "I wonder how I ever did THAT! Case in point, when I was 22 years old, perhaps only 21, I left the Kansas City Missouri are, alone, and drove to Sacramento, alone, in about 28 hours...except for the 3 hour break I forced myself to take in Battle Mountain or Winnemucca so that 'Dad' wouldn't know how fast I was moving along. This was back in '76 or '77. National Speed Limit was a whole 55 mph. States that decided not to follow, lost highway funds, so they all cooperated. Following the speed limit would take me at least 31.5 hours. Why did it matter at 'my age' back then? Because he let me take his fairly new Toyota which got better gas mileage, was more comfortable, and very reliable as compared to my Chevy Malibu. But my point is this....HOW DID I DRIVE THAT LONG, WITHOUT HELP, AND GET THERE THAT FAST???</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_ShvZdLuJImvkvHOQ8C1cmiFxNM7zGO6sc6qPndDzfU4MFT87Wc2_TsClQybUhWfbU7yDyEp20Gwh1igpYEZQHvJU4aw-y9X9PbmOtFeMgj5E9MA74P8B2j62mPyw0ASe2BZBexRpnpJiybOMILUZSqwJJhc7OkVHxemR3I7Ct8Y8mMxQEEsy-0Cpqzm/s887/sac%20to%20indy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="268" data-original-width="887" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_ShvZdLuJImvkvHOQ8C1cmiFxNM7zGO6sc6qPndDzfU4MFT87Wc2_TsClQybUhWfbU7yDyEp20Gwh1igpYEZQHvJU4aw-y9X9PbmOtFeMgj5E9MA74P8B2j62mPyw0ASe2BZBexRpnpJiybOMILUZSqwJJhc7OkVHxemR3I7Ct8Y8mMxQEEsy-0Cpqzm/w465-h141/sac%20to%20indy.jpg" width="465" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back in 1976/77 - 1,700 miles in 28 hours + 3 hour rest<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Today we ended a two day, 800 mile trip. WHY are we so beat up??? After setting up camp, I sat down in my reclining chair and 5 minutes later I said to Marcia, "I feel like the motorhome is still moving!" I knew it wasn't, but in my hands and arms I could still feel it moving...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLwVVClWXM7fWh6l4KomYfHnziUfTD_9JkJL6ivQ6ZasNjn9BBLx1jswZ0AdevlUIHbtOXNCyIM4gGSiQU_Xlva3HNelylRAvT4tOo7rU3hD3sX9LAeGSYJJVJ_GIchZus-iDiqt4IHZ-anxjLxKJ6261i0qLd4CNAhYBqrphdhqgwLJIlf3LXAS8P1pc/s885/vado%20to%20baytown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="885" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLwVVClWXM7fWh6l4KomYfHnziUfTD_9JkJL6ivQ6ZasNjn9BBLx1jswZ0AdevlUIHbtOXNCyIM4gGSiQU_Xlva3HNelylRAvT4tOo7rU3hD3sX9LAeGSYJJVJ_GIchZus-iDiqt4IHZ-anxjLxKJ6261i0qLd4CNAhYBqrphdhqgwLJIlf3LXAS8P1pc/w415-h126/vado%20to%20baytown.jpg" width="415" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Today - 800 miles in 17 hours over 2 days with hour break each day<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I will do a better post on these two travel days tomorrow...right now I feel like I need to 'veg out'. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com4Houston East RV Resort, 11810 I-10, Baytown, TX 77523, USA29.8228739 -94.87515931.5126400638211557 -130.0314093 58.133107736178843 -59.718909300000007tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-77359498664387593762023-11-28T22:59:00.001-05:002023-11-28T22:59:28.456-05:00Vado, New Mexico -- 1,200 Miles Done, 1,700 To Go<p><span style="font-family: arial;">Before I get into the last two days of travel, here are a few pictures taken with the camera which I previously failed to share.</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjta9E2OH_LAetiL73LlswDAFRGuw1bcLbQAqsEJxD_xKbIn0KKp8VRQ9owrECxh2LDarAAeVBMGEnPJpi2u-FQquZpHtfy9hym8qd8yVdUmU_Oa0qfzZcP15t-YkLCdKbEDzUlLLdlSru0wpi-yCUHCjOA2KdkEo6QyUQLb0i8m0i4e1_E_RkrLOsa68yI/s600/1a.jpg" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="441" data-original-width="600" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjta9E2OH_LAetiL73LlswDAFRGuw1bcLbQAqsEJxD_xKbIn0KKp8VRQ9owrECxh2LDarAAeVBMGEnPJpi2u-FQquZpHtfy9hym8qd8yVdUmU_Oa0qfzZcP15t-YkLCdKbEDzUlLLdlSru0wpi-yCUHCjOA2KdkEo6QyUQLb0i8m0i4e1_E_RkrLOsa68yI/w440-h323/1a.jpg" width="440" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mom sitting at the Thanksgiving Dinner table having her dessert. She ate SO MUCH!</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21Kc2gYl9UGGcmtsY0Nu_4bcNhcJDSYGkrsWQX-3mtm7kxw9mG-pxmHEg2xKA4QQUjy7JR92KLJ-aCoQQXWRmEVDmOFyU0jo7TLGUUb6nfOvL6_Qc2NyripYld9UzgVmsZHhlVWzpltx-qnG5xzZjcaX0ZRiYuf_sfaaoLPXPVXBJfHP98wbJzYVghIXH/s600/1b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="600" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21Kc2gYl9UGGcmtsY0Nu_4bcNhcJDSYGkrsWQX-3mtm7kxw9mG-pxmHEg2xKA4QQUjy7JR92KLJ-aCoQQXWRmEVDmOFyU0jo7TLGUUb6nfOvL6_Qc2NyripYld9UzgVmsZHhlVWzpltx-qnG5xzZjcaX0ZRiYuf_sfaaoLPXPVXBJfHP98wbJzYVghIXH/w419-h251/1b.jpg" width="419" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">My wonderful sisters putting the food away after Turkey Dinner.</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZyVdseTwQl0NCSwO4U7jmyTp2Qe2U5LDahmOrbAAaNhCvqsX7CFUPKYtl3ZMgRLF9Fhwx6M5JF5u81BFG4zQn3qzGlUFwkTTAf3UQ79ELH0IEl1vzou3KPAfX6vSbAzGjUw7rM9Hvl5W5v7n6XxZQZC9yAcghrhLKECVnBZ-1frzynh04zMSFxPivlIZ/s600/2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZyVdseTwQl0NCSwO4U7jmyTp2Qe2U5LDahmOrbAAaNhCvqsX7CFUPKYtl3ZMgRLF9Fhwx6M5JF5u81BFG4zQn3qzGlUFwkTTAf3UQ79ELH0IEl1vzou3KPAfX6vSbAzGjUw7rM9Hvl5W5v7n6XxZQZC9yAcghrhLKECVnBZ-1frzynh04zMSFxPivlIZ/w527-h395/2a.jpg" width="527" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Headed to Arizona from Needles<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_77TfRTl120j9lqlGkGy0Dt_JHF2UIqXLlscqrxj0-hdytXvVhMRZyrTqGqCQmYpjnpbo5sfXwBTiJ9E5O4ScwJC3A3qkKhisSGqF3ZOVe-uWd1CjNUPazTioo0fO7Xkkw2x7eJ2IPZ54BJFRCnxJ0WBJjbGUD4UrkUhDWOfjl4tU4CEyDiEjQD6ODde/s600/2b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="319" data-original-width="600" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_77TfRTl120j9lqlGkGy0Dt_JHF2UIqXLlscqrxj0-hdytXvVhMRZyrTqGqCQmYpjnpbo5sfXwBTiJ9E5O4ScwJC3A3qkKhisSGqF3ZOVe-uWd1CjNUPazTioo0fO7Xkkw2x7eJ2IPZ54BJFRCnxJ0WBJjbGUD4UrkUhDWOfjl4tU4CEyDiEjQD6ODde/w507-h269/2b.jpg" width="507" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The Colorado River and Arizona boarder<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxwwCvilFyN83grnak7H3Xh5choCOcyRGO-h_mVcBM0JbyrLwhjgMwSxjti0Jj7WkgQUhZRQ6ORXVDxUpBxCFeWRA3DdZhPcGv62QJzU9pzPG6AZdCZam20Ub8OWkpomSdHAicE6jlF_igFaAVJRERUhj8Z8ZVmk6uE0Tg5wC4BiC_slXgf9ypq7VwRLo/s600/2d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxwwCvilFyN83grnak7H3Xh5choCOcyRGO-h_mVcBM0JbyrLwhjgMwSxjti0Jj7WkgQUhZRQ6ORXVDxUpBxCFeWRA3DdZhPcGv62QJzU9pzPG6AZdCZam20Ub8OWkpomSdHAicE6jlF_igFaAVJRERUhj8Z8ZVmk6uE0Tg5wC4BiC_slXgf9ypq7VwRLo/w504-h378/2d.jpg" width="504" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Turned onto Arizona 93, headed to Phoenix<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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The desert is much more green this year than in the past. That recaps our travel through Monday.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF390YVyBK0coXeGxKfjLzOOxjk6qn4s79b6keJF4IesuP_96nwQ3mY8RzkkQ-uoi4L-JlXcUR92sIjXBWl05UVkXt_r3_nX1QnRIcLXw0f1cs6Ghd4ALv-vksb8OdnfyCBhQoC97O9-CVrS0f6VTMEiGs0peMivYU_PTtaeXdzBUh3lXlT0ob5SfgZA/s471/KIMG1276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="471" data-original-width="353" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF390YVyBK0coXeGxKfjLzOOxjk6qn4s79b6keJF4IesuP_96nwQ3mY8RzkkQ-uoi4L-JlXcUR92sIjXBWl05UVkXt_r3_nX1QnRIcLXw0f1cs6Ghd4ALv-vksb8OdnfyCBhQoC97O9-CVrS0f6VTMEiGs0peMivYU_PTtaeXdzBUh3lXlT0ob5SfgZA/w276-h368/KIMG1276.JPG" width="276" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Monday afternoon we met Laurie, a longtime friend, at Cracker Barrel in Phoenix. Her mother Joyce, one of Marcia's best friends, passed a few years ago. The picture above was from our last meeting with her in April...neither of us thought about taking pictures Monday night. After our dinner and visit, we decided to travel on to the Cracker Barrel in Casa Grande, getting us a good head start on Tuesday's travel, and keep us away from the morning rush hour. </span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixc8L9p8e8cJMXL0L45R9s_uRefmM44uOaAkLVj8kuc98xgHY3vMX44x6-2fYhLDcvgoVUGICbhPuYL0NUGLqOA2pStXrahIcLxBCJl7m04qsOgZN6PLRx7YeBgD1eXNwmx1XuZGeJsPPkBZJk0delDa8wlNgbtTZoOpxpuhthvXyHgW4k-iha6l92_8C5/s600/3a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixc8L9p8e8cJMXL0L45R9s_uRefmM44uOaAkLVj8kuc98xgHY3vMX44x6-2fYhLDcvgoVUGICbhPuYL0NUGLqOA2pStXrahIcLxBCJl7m04qsOgZN6PLRx7YeBgD1eXNwmx1XuZGeJsPPkBZJk0delDa8wlNgbtTZoOpxpuhthvXyHgW4k-iha6l92_8C5/w418-h313/3a.jpg" width="418" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">It was a nice quiet night at the Cracker Barrel...one of the quietest Cracker Barrel nights we have ever had. Got up at the crack of dawn and got on the road. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-bjG2tNO1ebyns60VDMM-PRM7yNIFtwbU30TZQ31eY7dbxoy-sYOB7Au2t8wNmlOus7gLDUdZLoeZT_lu05NwABlnE7FGmWBpW9E6MADmI3XQ75EItJhHxMQ29WHX20fLnaj2iLzo-_edVVRFhkC4YihDf5MSNBBcgbbDk-qrxMwrejvRHGvWmZ6xXx9/s600/3b%20Picacho%20Peak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="348" data-original-width="600" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-bjG2tNO1ebyns60VDMM-PRM7yNIFtwbU30TZQ31eY7dbxoy-sYOB7Au2t8wNmlOus7gLDUdZLoeZT_lu05NwABlnE7FGmWBpW9E6MADmI3XQ75EItJhHxMQ29WHX20fLnaj2iLzo-_edVVRFhkC4YihDf5MSNBBcgbbDk-qrxMwrejvRHGvWmZ6xXx9/w493-h286/3b%20Picacho%20Peak.jpg" width="493" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Picacho Peak caught Marcia's eye from a distance. A state park resides there, and back in April 15, 1862, a battle of the Civil War took place here. As we got closer, the sun was shinning bright upon the mountain...but I kind of like the distant, dawn pictures better.</span><p></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1zSDjP9gG86-rJLDGNtpc2Fk-ZILyXIZ0IO8HShVbG0-SL7aflWaxWs8o3FOXA3TdVsbZ15uaeMOunM3Y3Yd9pHZ9j4XRnjCMj_zwvqCH2WqoIvJSTGHn9WkHtluqBJqFDqXbfQjhGqwAJKrfNONxrv4OZAKP6wX07EHGCANsmxlYesgAHhOnJC6UPaB/s600/3c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="600" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1zSDjP9gG86-rJLDGNtpc2Fk-ZILyXIZ0IO8HShVbG0-SL7aflWaxWs8o3FOXA3TdVsbZ15uaeMOunM3Y3Yd9pHZ9j4XRnjCMj_zwvqCH2WqoIvJSTGHn9WkHtluqBJqFDqXbfQjhGqwAJKrfNONxrv4OZAKP6wX07EHGCANsmxlYesgAHhOnJC6UPaB/w510-h272/3c.jpg" width="510" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The boulders in this area reminded me of Alabama Hills in California<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnll-JHwDXNwBXdbXas7-jOSi6voZO5vnNgW5IVhjB2MofLmWzrlDYDAWr5FqWC51bvj6vtsfGHSUvxTGeAW_PWxxXWle8DLMt2UgPE84lFvR5kCp6WVjQtXg6zqEF9x1EcHijkW8Fl40Oaj3dWRVKIjGm6wwZBmW5wxQAILNsTBhC_8-nnUnEwxuE7ic/s600/3d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="314" data-original-width="600" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnll-JHwDXNwBXdbXas7-jOSi6voZO5vnNgW5IVhjB2MofLmWzrlDYDAWr5FqWC51bvj6vtsfGHSUvxTGeAW_PWxxXWle8DLMt2UgPE84lFvR5kCp6WVjQtXg6zqEF9x1EcHijkW8Fl40Oaj3dWRVKIjGm6wwZBmW5wxQAILNsTBhC_8-nnUnEwxuE7ic/w526-h274/3d.jpg" width="526" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">There are dozens and dozens of these mountain monuments in Southeastern Arizona.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZs77Izk-GFYF1l_rhzEHCaWVf52WxMZH_zbPH4Sjar2RxJ0yqFUpu8G4mAOnpJYBhQATMRO7WCsuswy1Pg05MZ7u6dUg6cmCOfyUGGdfANyiehRR1Wump5H5FZZB_Q6JRjP2PNIx9fwQch3wRyx-uTTUHQieM6zY2rlZc5Tx9gRasgLB0K4trASODGz0/s600/3e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="371" data-original-width="600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZs77Izk-GFYF1l_rhzEHCaWVf52WxMZH_zbPH4Sjar2RxJ0yqFUpu8G4mAOnpJYBhQATMRO7WCsuswy1Pg05MZ7u6dUg6cmCOfyUGGdfANyiehRR1Wump5H5FZZB_Q6JRjP2PNIx9fwQch3wRyx-uTTUHQieM6zY2rlZc5Tx9gRasgLB0K4trASODGz0/w485-h300/3e.jpg" width="485" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">One of the boarder checkpoints. I noticed the 'eastbound' camera array had shrunk to one.</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGKkFYH2Awy9dI1oc9UJ-Iyb2h82ieiKUZWpxqRkhHH4b7tS0Q3HhW1GH6LyluXpaagjMxhxz-IFTUmDiZN6upyRDlNVblFd2ey42aSYnaV-vrT2HEFDQzSmW_3mjijmi9pC8JCCuHqSLWg_NnpzvMMROJ6blopgh7XdqC1sr1esPIIUMWzftYCxqKG009/s600/3f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="600" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGKkFYH2Awy9dI1oc9UJ-Iyb2h82ieiKUZWpxqRkhHH4b7tS0Q3HhW1GH6LyluXpaagjMxhxz-IFTUmDiZN6upyRDlNVblFd2ey42aSYnaV-vrT2HEFDQzSmW_3mjijmi9pC8JCCuHqSLWg_NnpzvMMROJ6blopgh7XdqC1sr1esPIIUMWzftYCxqKG009/w520-h273/3f.jpg" width="520" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Here is the famous Road Runner just west of Las Cruces <br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLEzeA9yoGq9h5M5dQtVkcC3xztxlz-5knt1ADfknGCP6bd0cpcx1Q7UHQAs5lmJnqb9kJidTcPnX1hkGWHUHJW8hBbRO2hutxUQuuj-lnf2y_bAzQiosksgoPXsZrpzvoDJUjfi9YFOxq_N_0Ayjyz_uIZHYDBd4gXsTCtqt0LdKH2Dl4b3QB2BJBgEql/s600/3g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="403" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLEzeA9yoGq9h5M5dQtVkcC3xztxlz-5knt1ADfknGCP6bd0cpcx1Q7UHQAs5lmJnqb9kJidTcPnX1hkGWHUHJW8hBbRO2hutxUQuuj-lnf2y_bAzQiosksgoPXsZrpzvoDJUjfi9YFOxq_N_0Ayjyz_uIZHYDBd4gXsTCtqt0LdKH2Dl4b3QB2BJBgEql/w537-h403/3g.jpg" width="537" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Organ Mountains Desert Peaks National Monument overlooking Las Cruces<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">We made it to the Western Skys RV Park around 2:30 pm. It was a long 350+ miles and very uneventful. Stopped for a quick snooze and break for about 30 minutes close to the Arizona and New Mexico border. There were a number of police cars, and we saw at least four vehicles pulled over which had an officer up at their door.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF2LTGWvG7940TwT3LKYKcsWjVFG29Km-_MWjmu7U60cPhdVehXK1ILrQDZTucbTmRinEbhZAxsZWZFD4B5A_V7GEVQSsKKLEglZKCaZ0LPs1lw6b3cGpNENuguLGZI4wWN6LQiPoHn8JKplNiBkWmDM_fIWKBOTPdJOdWuttP8SABizDciQAHO5OoJDU/s600/4a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF2LTGWvG7940TwT3LKYKcsWjVFG29Km-_MWjmu7U60cPhdVehXK1ILrQDZTucbTmRinEbhZAxsZWZFD4B5A_V7GEVQSsKKLEglZKCaZ0LPs1lw6b3cGpNENuguLGZI4wWN6LQiPoHn8JKplNiBkWmDM_fIWKBOTPdJOdWuttP8SABizDciQAHO5OoJDU/w466-h349/4a.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">This is our second time at </span><span style="font-family: arial;">Western Skys RV Park, the first was this past April on our way out west. It is pretty quiet, a bit older of a park, and the staff are very friendly. For $20 Passport America rate, it is hard to beat...however if the weather was warmer, we would have stayed at the Road Runner Rest Area for free, which includes 24 hour guard service.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fCSQLPXtJHEcG9ipLqnRyl7CgV-PV7mVg9pZc4ufZa-Ckfsq4WRjj2dcHetlgsN4FLD2J7Tm-n0h0BGRvQl3FTSfMDd3Ks76Gb6IXRjtCG6h1l0Lj3bDozoD5EeoosoEniB3WwVAPOg33RRDdQUSguS3uFH_STCgvyXTQo6pRzP2gAdp89qBi51t3BoQ/s600/4b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fCSQLPXtJHEcG9ipLqnRyl7CgV-PV7mVg9pZc4ufZa-Ckfsq4WRjj2dcHetlgsN4FLD2J7Tm-n0h0BGRvQl3FTSfMDd3Ks76Gb6IXRjtCG6h1l0Lj3bDozoD5EeoosoEniB3WwVAPOg33RRDdQUSguS3uFH_STCgvyXTQo6pRzP2gAdp89qBi51t3BoQ/w453-h340/4b.jpg" width="453" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">We have two long days in front of us, and then we are going to take a break. Wednesday is a 400+ trip from Vado to Sonora Texas. On Thursday we need to get through San Antonio and Houston...a little under 400 miles but passing through 2 major size cities. If we get to San Antonio after 9 am but before 10 am, then we should be able to get through Houston before the night rush hour. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Before I close I want to provide an update on mom. She was released from the hospital on Monday. She has about a week of an antibiotic, which is an addition to the antibiotics she got while in the hospital. The delirium is gone, but the memories of what "she saw" are firmly embedded into her mind.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com4Western Skys RV Park, 16201 Las Alturas St, Vado, NM 88072, USA32.1200342 -106.63453023.8098003638211537 -141.7907802 60.430268036178845 -71.4782802tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-58382714762811648442023-11-27T00:28:00.000-05:002023-11-27T00:28:03.771-05:00Headed Home to Florida - Thanksgiving Update - Mom has Another UTI<p><span style="font-family: arial;">We left Florida in late March, arrived at my sister's house in Citrus Heights around April 10th. After 7+ months, all but 6 weeks camping up in Cromberg to get away from the heat, it is time to head home to beat the cold weather. Our motorhome is not set up for colder weather...living in the Tampa area means we don't have to weatherize it...but it also means we need to limit temps below 32...we faced that back in 2017 when we stayed for Christmas, drove home in late December and early January and faced frozen water and sewer lines crossing Western Texas. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXUsFS8msVI4-jihEafp8GZVi1YZBAVGUAXTCecRsq1SQvFQfarEj1QTJtRflnp6SqKaBbK9x1RhwJ49oF-MfiZ508EYCT0IneNAT-RVfbhXQKjH4ANT_ayMRB5uexxqyvdaa9YZECx_9ha_QJ96WXM4WdllXm6re7Q1NY1uPsY4ZwnCEtwP9WqXshij6/s667/Wash%20&%20Propane.jpg" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXUsFS8msVI4-jihEafp8GZVi1YZBAVGUAXTCecRsq1SQvFQfarEj1QTJtRflnp6SqKaBbK9x1RhwJ49oF-MfiZ508EYCT0IneNAT-RVfbhXQKjH4ANT_ayMRB5uexxqyvdaa9YZECx_9ha_QJ96WXM4WdllXm6re7Q1NY1uPsY4ZwnCEtwP9WqXshij6/s320/Wash%20&%20Propane.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />We were off just before 8 on Saturday morning. Drove to Lodi where there was a Flying J because we were in need of a RV Wash (Blue Beacon next door), Propane (we were nearly out) and gasoline. Very small line at Blue Beacon, no lines at Flying J, so we were back on the road. Above is cell phone picture of the Propane being put in. </span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69O6v8cOFjduxGyVM4W6RpppIIE_b7WjgHQgLPDIeZBbXLexsUHpaZ-4edkA3ln-75DI6QElw-f7TWvAQqbYv2-fyE5QO37f6VCNl4AxhiI7JJYeE2wVGOtVzXGfO35Brl5U6Yu4pZdevDn-N3pN_BEToQWLVMK95ig2fVI6joBIFMS-JIyfuYQNB3yJL/s600/Traffic%20Jam.jpg" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="600" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69O6v8cOFjduxGyVM4W6RpppIIE_b7WjgHQgLPDIeZBbXLexsUHpaZ-4edkA3ln-75DI6QElw-f7TWvAQqbYv2-fyE5QO37f6VCNl4AxhiI7JJYeE2wVGOtVzXGfO35Brl5U6Yu4pZdevDn-N3pN_BEToQWLVMK95ig2fVI6joBIFMS-JIyfuYQNB3yJL/w464-h262/Traffic%20Jam.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />In Stockton we moved from I-5 over to US-99 in light traffic. Made it through Merced, where my Blog Friend Nancy had told me to expect very bad construction issues...but we got through without even a slowdown. However, just south of Tulare we hit a car wall...and for the next 90 minutes we moved maybe a few miles. In Tipton I got off the freeway, headed east, south, then west getting back onto US-99 near Pixley passing all the stalled highway traffic. We got into the Orange Grove RV Park around 4:15, and barely got things settled before darkness hit.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDW5S-jY_AJ0FRMB4vpIi0IxeOxdIHRhjaqeOs3BmluhsldnPZ3vg9suBoddkCErfIjkdm8bb6dQGwz3gQB1eiylLZtPBCgADQ0g7FzS3rk9L8aXZ7ahrMYlJsvT4499N62SMsZo9PWoXh8qvtxvrh1mF3JtUvdqnpkqGKJNDd_Z3NDFAx-p1E9-106Cf/s550/Desert.jpg" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="550" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDW5S-jY_AJ0FRMB4vpIi0IxeOxdIHRhjaqeOs3BmluhsldnPZ3vg9suBoddkCErfIjkdm8bb6dQGwz3gQB1eiylLZtPBCgADQ0g7FzS3rk9L8aXZ7ahrMYlJsvT4499N62SMsZo9PWoXh8qvtxvrh1mF3JtUvdqnpkqGKJNDd_Z3NDFAx-p1E9-106Cf/s320/Desert.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"> <br /></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">We again were up and on the road by 8 am, and saw a lot of Desert (pardon the cell phone photo...to tired to get the few pictures out of the camera.) We arrived in Needles before 2 pm and we are staying at Fender's RV Park and Resort, Passport America park for around $20. Indy was happy to find this Oasis of Grass that they have near were we always stay (been here I think six times now, maybe as much as eight, and all but once we have stayed in the same spot.)</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKGNWCPe04xxYD9IpquKWOEtxPUNPAONEESfXDvSwCdYWmgFEkOcQ7AV2mENwqQNDHkdfr7eoE3ldxgLDqz7Bd6TORNJ9XNT1AcF8Es4nsKIJxhIqc_F-j9lROgTS6SqymuKM5iwTdh8eSzQQCsfpy7bIO-BVkuWnl2QaQoV4eQNiaLUeYueIcXSB5Y6oG/s550/Oasis%20of%20Grass.jpg" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="519" data-original-width="550" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKGNWCPe04xxYD9IpquKWOEtxPUNPAONEESfXDvSwCdYWmgFEkOcQ7AV2mENwqQNDHkdfr7eoE3ldxgLDqz7Bd6TORNJ9XNT1AcF8Es4nsKIJxhIqc_F-j9lROgTS6SqymuKM5iwTdh8eSzQQCsfpy7bIO-BVkuWnl2QaQoV4eQNiaLUeYueIcXSB5Y6oG/s320/Oasis%20of%20Grass.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Tomorrow we meet our friend Laurie at a Cracker Barrel in Phoenix, we will stay overnight at the Cracker Barrel, and off again. If our luck holds up, we should be past Houston Thursday night...at which point the cold weather chances vanish for this time of the year.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA9B95Ygb1vk0pcZ5LeloEhhT_XOpE1YKG1KlTMA_uT7ZcsNJeB2tJv32r5HtUohBWPOecpLPomY-Y_2ADfuTnnwtsVoBV6LUOCb6o530NXYvHhtVZrXIXVSX5Gv3lYX9hAwhHVNoVuhZIVxbTrkGhIhxXvWhWmmhZ1vIByZBp9pUHuPAorxdeCcWonLQe/s400/thanksgiving.gif" style="font-family: arial; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="400" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA9B95Ygb1vk0pcZ5LeloEhhT_XOpE1YKG1KlTMA_uT7ZcsNJeB2tJv32r5HtUohBWPOecpLPomY-Y_2ADfuTnnwtsVoBV6LUOCb6o530NXYvHhtVZrXIXVSX5Gv3lYX9hAwhHVNoVuhZIVxbTrkGhIhxXvWhWmmhZ1vIByZBp9pUHuPAorxdeCcWonLQe/s320/thanksgiving.gif" width="320" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />For Thanksgiving Arny deep-fried the Turkey (one of his best fryings in our opinion) and we had Mom, Ed (a neighbor), Patti (sister), Sandy (sister), Arny (brother-in-law) and Marcia and I in attendance. Since it was someone's B-Day, we decided to not follow our diet and eat some of everything, but keep it to the one meal with dessert. It was all delicious, and everyone took home some leftovers except mom, she does not have her own refrigerator. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqYgOKQuU_GL34jEb4-qHy1vRHaPuMCHjsAXBIojtzzD2RJTPWliFUYmPFuQEelw786t6kJK_1WgdB-7Q8FxsfGr6sv1tybzmbyuGLZhAqSV7vyVooxJWmqGtf0gaEMMH5o9nBwt5kVHI6sVZ1dL7KEG_CsWC2UwTaO06LRt1CzQ-C7d3cJMCKc7eeEGqF/s500/mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="428" data-original-width="500" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqYgOKQuU_GL34jEb4-qHy1vRHaPuMCHjsAXBIojtzzD2RJTPWliFUYmPFuQEelw786t6kJK_1WgdB-7Q8FxsfGr6sv1tybzmbyuGLZhAqSV7vyVooxJWmqGtf0gaEMMH5o9nBwt5kVHI6sVZ1dL7KEG_CsWC2UwTaO06LRt1CzQ-C7d3cJMCKc7eeEGqF/s320/mom.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Knowing that I would be busy Friday preparing to leave, I went by to visit mom at the Assisted Living Home on Wednesday before Thanksgiving. For the most part she was happy, talking good with just a little bit of the dementia showing through like when she asked how </span><span style="font-family: arial;">my</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> Thanksgiving Dinner went (without her). Unfortunately, by the time she arrived for the real Thanksgiving Dinner the next day, she was entering a Delirium stage. By Friday she was back in the hospital, which is not the easiest condition to leave...but I had already said my goodbyes, and we both (mom and us) know when we say goodbye, it could be the last goodbye. Today Sandy said she is going to be in the hospital until at least Tuesday to finish up antibiotic treatment...and when they send her home she will have a antibiotic pill to take for who knows how long. Overall the Delirium is fading fast, but it always takes its toll on her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">May not post every day of the trip...and we have taken this trip so many times we are running out of pictures to take. <br /><br /></span></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com6Fender's Resorts, 3396 Needles Hwy, Needles, CA 92363, USA34.8634117 -114.630167434.863191620498583 -114.63043562090149 34.863631779501418 -114.62989917909852tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-69511459470503839682023-10-19T17:50:00.003-04:002023-10-19T17:54:26.691-04:00Addie Visits GreatGrandma, Ice Cream - Ice Cream - We All Scream For Ice Cream <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSy8UaGgRSJVLVZr5fi_larDTBrmviAgqtgoFWIlLkt2pMECgAF6NJC832oMOPz75WsMazz-_tKRUL9chA4F2AhBaemiinRs-pxGA1wm3xO8JMk5P7RFyjCeQKLriOPSFlrw4bHdaVsKWAzYv8gRoAqcI5L-uWOBGLeu2E-_Ie4d4dlwKX74u620KUTYp/s626/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="626" data-original-width="600" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSy8UaGgRSJVLVZr5fi_larDTBrmviAgqtgoFWIlLkt2pMECgAF6NJC832oMOPz75WsMazz-_tKRUL9chA4F2AhBaemiinRs-pxGA1wm3xO8JMk5P7RFyjCeQKLriOPSFlrw4bHdaVsKWAzYv8gRoAqcI5L-uWOBGLeu2E-_Ie4d4dlwKX74u620KUTYp/w302-h315/1a.jpg" width="302" /></a></div><p>Who do you think Mom is looking at?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrJ7Qwxfur8jipG-iaf87UVpL_x0ykW7y-GUgr0hpn6l76h64wHlXd70SDzR0sEtsNefplmfLSLtyvyXHimLxf_yDUqjXsCyj5vl7Z0saqSsFy5fFYieWjpw8Bqb81VuPWKwkEuSD470y_flUz8dEEtzszQ6PK-wiZbbKxDbCRSoXBGVLBiDR2LWZFRdPr/s800/1b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrJ7Qwxfur8jipG-iaf87UVpL_x0ykW7y-GUgr0hpn6l76h64wHlXd70SDzR0sEtsNefplmfLSLtyvyXHimLxf_yDUqjXsCyj5vl7Z0saqSsFy5fFYieWjpw8Bqb81VuPWKwkEuSD470y_flUz8dEEtzszQ6PK-wiZbbKxDbCRSoXBGVLBiDR2LWZFRdPr/w330-h440/1b.jpg" width="330" /></a></div><p>Her Grandson and Great Granddaughter of course! Her room has a door to the outside, and it was a pleasant day, so we kept the door open during their visit. Of course, Addie wanted to be outside most of the time. She was collecting rocks from the rock garden just outside the door, bringing them and putting them into a pile. At one time she had a dozen rocks. One time when she was 'gone', Mom said, "Where are you?" She comes back to the open door, her upper body bent over to the open door side to look through the door with this look (and smile) that said "Here I am!", and then starts laughing. She is saying a few words here and there. One time a small dog that lives there barked and she said, "Bow Wow". Some other words we heard were mom, bye, oops, and she even used sign language to tell Michael that she was thirsty.</p><p>I texted Michael later to thank him for coming. They are headed to Italy with Ann's mother at the end of the week for ten days, so it was a busy time for them. His reply was that Grandma was doing much better than last time he saw her about five weeks ago...just another sign that the infusion was working...so far, no signs of any UTI's.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizhpOE04qeP_utjSWnfilfg8L2_ty3fOmIUG9Mxys0l4I7iPVGdyc_pZMFOqPPuHaWI2-ceHLWZkMtJsbQ7MGs_Cg0bSjtbVdXPkm35SFMTH3OYvbD3_MHPO29mMHhAaTKRuTjQLQbyAd6j46a3Lq8gw-GvMh1FhjREYOLGKuHmWrxKzjufq6l1McoT44f/s600/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="600" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizhpOE04qeP_utjSWnfilfg8L2_ty3fOmIUG9Mxys0l4I7iPVGdyc_pZMFOqPPuHaWI2-ceHLWZkMtJsbQ7MGs_Cg0bSjtbVdXPkm35SFMTH3OYvbD3_MHPO29mMHhAaTKRuTjQLQbyAd6j46a3Lq8gw-GvMh1FhjREYOLGKuHmWrxKzjufq6l1McoT44f/s320/1c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>When I arrived for the visit, getting there about 30 minutes before Michael and Addie arrived, Ben (one of the 'chiefs' of the Assisted Living Home) was giving mom a quick manicure. Two of the staff were watching training videos, which when I asked Ben said that they are required by the State of California to keep their training up-to-date. Good to see that.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF2LMCkHBPe_zPRtQcKIn93r7Px-bMWSFgBJA67MhJm1dTERKWPnIBPNI3zwN9xMr-b9IS9YFFSVHozZ_T86wnQk7wHXIrpBOfC30QYQo-VGhsKnnM6yJYqeXfO6AqZyQb79NaS_cdFUGGQ3Q2ni4BkbAss5kIQ29B0lBlCmnwNLHoeoozoQdw6RWboi0N/s800/2a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF2LMCkHBPe_zPRtQcKIn93r7Px-bMWSFgBJA67MhJm1dTERKWPnIBPNI3zwN9xMr-b9IS9YFFSVHozZ_T86wnQk7wHXIrpBOfC30QYQo-VGhsKnnM6yJYqeXfO6AqZyQb79NaS_cdFUGGQ3Q2ni4BkbAss5kIQ29B0lBlCmnwNLHoeoozoQdw6RWboi0N/w279-h371/2a.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><p>A week earlier when I was there to visit, I surprised mom with a Hot Fudge Sundae from <a href="https://leatherbys.net/" target="_blank">Leatherby's</a>. (click the link to see what Leatherby's is) Before her infusions she had an appointment with her Primary Care Doctor, and after she told Sandy that she wanted Ice Cream, real Ice Cream, not that stuff that McDonald's sells. That meant a trip to Leatherby's and she had a big Hot Fudge Sundae that day. Well, she was suppose to see her Primary Doctor again, but both Sandy and Patti were not able to take her. I don't mind taking her to other appointments, but not the Primary where the doctor might suddenly say, "Let's remove your shirt so I can hear your heart and lungs better." So they rescheduled, and on that day I took over the Hot Fudge Sundae so she did not miss out on that treat!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuq_eMub0aY2AhHPHcueb1SyfI3_9huK-xnatzAvvCxNZIETPZSqlJ9TLdRerfjR4w5q4lemJ1R83A4jOLHNWBN6eCpXnAa0V9QiCRfjL7oVPnl7t6SKapH4eqvDEOmBKPEYpVRDkZUY9HBxsje1u4vorNQB3NJOrHjuu5mzP8ERFb_s4HEfDt-W6iO87A/s800/2b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuq_eMub0aY2AhHPHcueb1SyfI3_9huK-xnatzAvvCxNZIETPZSqlJ9TLdRerfjR4w5q4lemJ1R83A4jOLHNWBN6eCpXnAa0V9QiCRfjL7oVPnl7t6SKapH4eqvDEOmBKPEYpVRDkZUY9HBxsje1u4vorNQB3NJOrHjuu5mzP8ERFb_s4HEfDt-W6iO87A/s320/2b.jpg" width="240" /> </a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2D72O1W8h1GoU_JHwy4NPptPrnH3DU-dupTQdytF2_K1lCmo8Qb9_KLD8DjATyYsUUmdXH-jC8J35OdQjQ7RfpArQKBJmahn5GZRN1Jh3BvxQe99qbfngVU6ThoTzaMJvySbU27hsiRKXywg2Jf5R2Y91GqieFiOI1lnhHigtcc3NaubZ8U1fbQbkutS/s800/2c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2D72O1W8h1GoU_JHwy4NPptPrnH3DU-dupTQdytF2_K1lCmo8Qb9_KLD8DjATyYsUUmdXH-jC8J35OdQjQ7RfpArQKBJmahn5GZRN1Jh3BvxQe99qbfngVU6ThoTzaMJvySbU27hsiRKXywg2Jf5R2Y91GqieFiOI1lnhHigtcc3NaubZ8U1fbQbkutS/s320/2c.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p>The previous week I took her to see her Dermatologist, and like last time, we went by Sonic. This time she wanted a Burger...and a Shake. Can you believe she finished them both! (Although she saved just a little of the shake to take back to the "Home" so the others can see that she had a wonderful treat, and they didn't! And I am NOT kidding...)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuw8DQLqHTaBLnHtnLr_XRZSl4Y-0FIg930aJdYanZBdL1d-M9Xu1-tLtl_X9dCtvU6kV9U7tjmQtw_Aaz2vzatRxp8HsTPuXWVzHads2hkUUwnu38CPbb9tzgpin22DNfYlL40-5xh7CV-jxykT4p0ytZwfIlbyQKaInNtu12z_hrP7iM3wtV4XcAovV/s600/3a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="600" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuw8DQLqHTaBLnHtnLr_XRZSl4Y-0FIg930aJdYanZBdL1d-M9Xu1-tLtl_X9dCtvU6kV9U7tjmQtw_Aaz2vzatRxp8HsTPuXWVzHads2hkUUwnu38CPbb9tzgpin22DNfYlL40-5xh7CV-jxykT4p0ytZwfIlbyQKaInNtu12z_hrP7iM3wtV4XcAovV/w540-h256/3a.jpg" width="540" /></a></div><p>Besides the visit at Mom's place, I went down to see my Granddaughter, Son and Daughter-in-law a few times. The house across the street from them has this lady living there. Her longtime partner had passed a few years ago, and she LOVED Halloween, so the survivor still loads the front yard each year with decorations in memory of her deceased partner. </p><p><br /></p><p><b>Note</b>: It is interesting to watch the developing of my little 1 year old granddaughter...learning to walk, learning to talk, letting her personality shine through....while at the same time watching my mother, 93 years old, as she heads in the other direction...losing her short term memory, seeing things are not there, being disturbed because she can't do what she wants to do (I don't want to get up out of bed, I don't want to go to bed this early, I want to eat in my room, I want to go home). Circle of life...<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com6Citrus Heights, CA 95621, USA38.707481 -121.309246738.694084056660252 -121.32641283769532 38.720877943339751 -121.29208056230469tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-23468552872640739332023-09-28T17:50:00.000-04:002023-09-28T17:50:57.396-04:00September - Mom's Infusion Therapy Month <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ6rSHwng2ERhILMbzenD9ZnBf17opNWZRs0IL22hSt7FS5SJ3XkQ8XniLuuWwqZhRHTz2cb4HAVLKefRw6t2MgPOsgUV4A7ArZp6uKc9o71v2lERVg_aIcxJy9UKmP1cepcD31u77O_OGvYboQ3IXHCh_9IrouXyFmViYepVSMTaN5UyYahaTQieNIKC2/s800/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ6rSHwng2ERhILMbzenD9ZnBf17opNWZRs0IL22hSt7FS5SJ3XkQ8XniLuuWwqZhRHTz2cb4HAVLKefRw6t2MgPOsgUV4A7ArZp6uKc9o71v2lERVg_aIcxJy9UKmP1cepcD31u77O_OGvYboQ3IXHCh_9IrouXyFmViYepVSMTaN5UyYahaTQieNIKC2/s320/1a.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p>Of course, before the medical stuff...she has to enjoy a Sonic Hot Fudge Sundae! Actually this was after a visit to her dermatologist. She had a small skin cancer removed in latge August, and in mid-September I took her back to get her stitches taken out. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguLhBcfJ_EVoV7CQ64a6yEMhdPb0A2SCRmCpJy7YkD74t6Wt1ZNdIkWLZktpeuC3cGH0z55KTw3fBfUiAnyjmuftpFW7PHZWl_tvxH6AkvGd7bazqKg5dhwhcKfS0k9bqGXObTpgpT4Sk07MW72dHl1DKXWFbTGj0kgnreDpPMud5vUqhldZ912i_-Q12i/s600/Sonic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="371" data-original-width="600" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguLhBcfJ_EVoV7CQ64a6yEMhdPb0A2SCRmCpJy7YkD74t6Wt1ZNdIkWLZktpeuC3cGH0z55KTw3fBfUiAnyjmuftpFW7PHZWl_tvxH6AkvGd7bazqKg5dhwhcKfS0k9bqGXObTpgpT4Sk07MW72dHl1DKXWFbTGj0kgnreDpPMud5vUqhldZ912i_-Q12i/w449-h278/Sonic.jpg" width="449" /></a></div><p></p><p>It just happened to be very close to the only Sonic Drive-in in our area, which is weird since Jefferson County Arkansas, population 65,000 has three, and use to have four Sonics! This Sonic serves a population of nearly 400,000 people! The Hot Fudge Sundae was a good treat for mom, and I had a large Diet Coke, of course, my normal daily drink for 23 years while living in Arkansas. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQSGt2h5MPmZn6HjBzXgR8KmQHnS_zYcNPHjICGZu1lc7BDKXhjMHqd9acJmaOkuIPBtq14eACo0gw-Ty6hxGpsBS2OVXOz4Sr-AZmDpcEHwZGh_EptXDhnDatO1GQDcxo9EUIKkmyO57e3m2STNXNOz6Qw7UGFVxThDQazsb3_cYOuUS1s-2pGm8nvhgm/s800/1b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQSGt2h5MPmZn6HjBzXgR8KmQHnS_zYcNPHjICGZu1lc7BDKXhjMHqd9acJmaOkuIPBtq14eACo0gw-Ty6hxGpsBS2OVXOz4Sr-AZmDpcEHwZGh_EptXDhnDatO1GQDcxo9EUIKkmyO57e3m2STNXNOz6Qw7UGFVxThDQazsb3_cYOuUS1s-2pGm8nvhgm/s320/1b.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p>So over the past six to eight months, mom has had UTI after UTI. It put her into the hospital a few months ago. So they recommended that she see a specialist dealing with body infections. This specialist decided that an Infusion (<span class="ILfuVd" lang="en"><span class="hgKElc">Infusion therapy — also known as IV therapy — involves administering medications intravenously)</span></span> of an Antibiotic, twice a day over 20 days might rid her body of the underlying infection that constantly attacks her urinary tract. This treatment needed to be done in a medical facility -OR- the family could be taught how to administer it. With younger people, the person needing the infusion could be taught how to do it. So on Saturday, September 8th, Patti, Sandy and I, along with Mom, went to be taught (while mom had the needle inserted and got her first, initial treatment.) That evening they (Infusion's Pharmacy) dropped off all we needed to get started the next day. Sandy pretty much did the mornings, I did the evenings, and Patti, who still has a job, filled in as needed (Sandy and Arny went up to Reno for the Air Races one weekend.) They provided a link to a online training video which I used the first few nights just to be sure I was doing it all correctly. After the third time I no longer used the video and left my Kindle Fire at home.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJLO0WKaF5aeROX9Mu-bkbmHPpf0ykt_8-YJ8Jw5D0RgScJK0CmyL5QzHK7nNDr-vkbqjT9KUGqGUP1Iz40GEvrl6tah1VDfWZ-v5b3jBWJt_RLzKp7KMdgdNqQChUoN2R0ql_ekn5PXJnCWk0nFMlQFM75PoD57TEzPwvw680vM_63xGEuCK9-KqwpfCL/s800/1c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="401" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJLO0WKaF5aeROX9Mu-bkbmHPpf0ykt_8-YJ8Jw5D0RgScJK0CmyL5QzHK7nNDr-vkbqjT9KUGqGUP1Iz40GEvrl6tah1VDfWZ-v5b3jBWJt_RLzKp7KMdgdNqQChUoN2R0ql_ekn5PXJnCWk0nFMlQFM75PoD57TEzPwvw680vM_63xGEuCK9-KqwpfCL/w301-h401/1c.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><p>Since I had my Kindle Fire with me, I showed mom the latest video of Addie walking. In mid-July she wasn't taking any steps. Michael said that during August she would take a step or two, then sit or grab onto to something. In late August they put her into a daycare, and by Labor Day she was walking all over the place. In the video I showed mom she took over 30 steps before she purposely sat down to play with a toy. LOOK at that smile on Mom's face...it really perked up her mood.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtsrFWSmumm8lPhhugpVZOTwF1l6RtfEHYs40RVqa0q4bBQQZunASbBQjtymhKdk89COYXgFsOmt2ICmpNmZu_l1MeEEXAGFans9wuVsLhbLkcLMimDtbHnU27zEU9XDnIdM7d480-BWwDC2TSsX6Esm5oXR_gW48J9eaGakCiT3_xstjEHzfh_0-Ojflg/s600/1d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="401" data-original-width="600" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtsrFWSmumm8lPhhugpVZOTwF1l6RtfEHYs40RVqa0q4bBQQZunASbBQjtymhKdk89COYXgFsOmt2ICmpNmZu_l1MeEEXAGFans9wuVsLhbLkcLMimDtbHnU27zEU9XDnIdM7d480-BWwDC2TSsX6Esm5oXR_gW48J9eaGakCiT3_xstjEHzfh_0-Ojflg/w444-h297/1d.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><p></p><p>Marcia and I got back to Citrus Heights from Cromberg on the 7th. On the 21st we went down to Michael and Anna's for a visit. Above you can see Addie waving at Marcia (who is just out of the picture.) She was not only walking, but climbing up on the some furniture, bouncing a basketball (a REAL basketball!), and saying a few words. She is so precious. Hoping to get back for a visit this weekend!</p><p>Tomorrow is the 20th day of the Infusion, and mom can't wait to get the needle and stuff out of and off her arm. Although her mild dementia is still there, the UTI's are gone and the delirium that is associated with the UTI's have diminished. Unfortunately, some of the things she saw in a delirious state remain with her. For instance, a tree fell on the house across the street (no, it did not, but she still believes it did). Sandy was her sister Mary...I was Dad. (Mom, I am David...look at my beard...dad never had a beard...realization hit, but she still called me Al from time to time, but not anymore...for now.) Only time will tell if this process truly rids her of the constant, recurring UTI situations. <br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com4Antelope Rd, Citrus Heights, CA 95621, USA38.7074653 -121.309508738.694067776028049 -121.32667483769531 38.720862823971956 -121.29234256230468tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-63571726916463196752023-08-31T03:25:00.001-04:002023-08-31T03:28:46.712-04:00Idalia's Damage to Condo Is ... <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpKO-56WGsGnlLE3FrTskhaN0vRlH3GmqkVaGZ9OT9n_XFSCyBS8jUticgXRHmN-0A5EjQYXS_BZYtF3dWAhSSLW_lHU8hbTvsadOuPc-Gc3tdcLy16IafIUVduXUKx1H-kFAC96fajwuajLiIvTvlQ24tRpx6ayjNXitUJsCG7yICX8ywJex0ypz0rd3/s480/flooding.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpKO-56WGsGnlLE3FrTskhaN0vRlH3GmqkVaGZ9OT9n_XFSCyBS8jUticgXRHmN-0A5EjQYXS_BZYtF3dWAhSSLW_lHU8hbTvsadOuPc-Gc3tdcLy16IafIUVduXUKx1H-kFAC96fajwuajLiIvTvlQ24tRpx6ayjNXitUJsCG7yICX8ywJex0ypz0rd3/s320/flooding.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Ok, this is NOT, I repeat, <b>NOT </b>our condo, not our street, not even near to us...it was a good 15 miles to our north. But this is what many people are faced with, in many cases even worse, up and down the west coast of Florida from below Tampa all the way to Tallahassee. </p><p>Our condo did not have any damage at all. Below is one of the many BING camera videos that were captured looking out our patio towards a neighbor. I have this camera pointed that way because behind that condo is where we keep our motorhome in storage...I have two cameras on the motorhome and this camera to keep an eye on things. While gone, I left this camera active just so I can monitor storms.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dymWdPZRvQiWASyK4GApuNxTHSfz6FTLyDDxIjF_MfGbytY87BopMNYlEIJ2vt3ev_Nd33T0BhjZUn9FbrOcg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br />If you click on the image above, and then in the bottom right of the video open it to full screen, it will show you just how windy and rainy it was Tuesday night. <br /></p><p>Got this email from the Condo Board this evening: </p><p></p><div><i>Relax, we are not aware of any damage to any of the units. There
was no flooding. We did not even lose electrical power. It was a
non-event. </i></div><div><i>Everything is back to normal.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><p><i>The Board</i></p><p><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Tb0NZkSnWcRWfchzS2yhQGrNKmjO7Jqua14GAw0Vvi3w0RxUVafLm5q8kN2dEEnAAb9Fi61tTTDPwUQ7i6wBt7q3Zo7I3SZ7Xy5vUG_GlZR_FjGwNMfbRd09izCAb_cgXU161SUv6nhS5Qamn7DW-SYqJEcLOvLaKyn9YcBVHeTGkBLS4mqD2SH1iHjq/s800/perry.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Tb0NZkSnWcRWfchzS2yhQGrNKmjO7Jqua14GAw0Vvi3w0RxUVafLm5q8kN2dEEnAAb9Fi61tTTDPwUQ7i6wBt7q3Zo7I3SZ7Xy5vUG_GlZR_FjGwNMfbRd09izCAb_cgXU161SUv6nhS5Qamn7DW-SYqJEcLOvLaKyn9YcBVHeTGkBLS4mqD2SH1iHjq/w386-h257/perry.jpg" width="386" /></a></i></div><i><br /></i>Last year we were in Florida when Hurricane Ian came for a visit. It had a direct line on our community, and so we went over to the other side of Orlando where Marcia's brother lives. Then we awoke to find out the Hurricane took a turn right into the Fort Meyer's area. From there it was headed right for the Orlando area. So left and drove north, got to I-10 and drove west, dropped south to Perry Florida where we stayed safe and sound. Well, Hurricane Idalia did a real number of Perry this time around. Above is just an example of what it did to a gas station. Here is a link to see a video of this falling over: <a href="https://www.cnn.com/videos/us/2023/08/30/perry-florida-hurricane-idalia-damage-orig-vf.cnn" target="_blank">Click Here for Video</a><p></p><p>I was awake for much of Tuesday night / Wednesday morning, but before hitting the sack tonight I just wanted to let everyone know that our home is safe and sound. My heart goes out to those who lost everything. The amazing thing is just how quick some of the flooding has gone down. The Sponge Docks in Tarpon flooded, and they were quickly cleaning up the water so that they can open again on Thursday, Friday at the latest. Crystal Beach, where I have taken some nice sunset shots over the year, had water all the way up on the roadway Wednesday morning, but by Wednesday evening the water had receded and people were taking sunset pictures. Three deaths were attributed to the weather, two were separate automobile accidents. So now Floridians clean up, and get ready for the next hit. Thank goodness, there is nothing threatening Florida or any other area of the U.S. on the horizon.</p><p>We have 7 more days here in Cromberg before we head back to the Sacramento area.<br /></p><h3 style="text-align: left;"></h3><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com6Cromberg, CA, USA39.8601738 -120.691611711.549939963821153 -155.8478617 68.170407636178851 -85.5353617tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-14324833021693660342023-08-28T20:52:00.001-04:002023-08-28T21:12:58.251-04:00Predicting Hurricane Paths <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM-Kw2tjBE7cFLDpmg0OtIqEqPZsO3mRvoWPmxg7qPI3xaA_SzXlxztPgOQIOL2ewH1783wRVPEy2xU_fIor82lh_do3wN8VoxYgy5Ga6mx02KhKJeDNCZRxq65GbSDTgQprnjaKq6vOeZsttLUjDDSWcvSACHrZMnHXB25icd4y-4XaXqJXCPpGEzludB/s480/animated%20wind.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="324" data-original-width="480" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM-Kw2tjBE7cFLDpmg0OtIqEqPZsO3mRvoWPmxg7qPI3xaA_SzXlxztPgOQIOL2ewH1783wRVPEy2xU_fIor82lh_do3wN8VoxYgy5Ga6mx02KhKJeDNCZRxq65GbSDTgQprnjaKq6vOeZsttLUjDDSWcvSACHrZMnHXB25icd4y-4XaXqJXCPpGEzludB/s320/animated%20wind.webp" width="320" /></a></div><p>One thing about Florida is...you have to watch for Hurricanes from June through November. <span class="ILfuVd" lang="en"><span class="hgKElc">96 percent of the major hurricane days occur from August to October, (according to NOAA, the <a href="https://www.noaa.gov/" target="_blank">National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration</a>) The ONE good thing about hurricanes is that unlike tornadoes, where your provided perhaps a half hour, but sometimes only minutes of a warning, a hurricane gives you days of warning, if you heed the warning.</span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd" lang="en"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghfVlA6yf3NSnf38FHbvk5Yj_7YvZRBCIFaqS5BAVXlKBaiuU6BAzOLqu_LVy8ToaoGrK7InC0w6lkx3y6dOQnpzqlE1DFWvUHdxx9QuIp6UrEB-xg6buEPksWxteh-Ig8dE5w5sGLf7bIo5mh1R_s2IsbgzWVRgZ747QrLde5duzHWq12DX2-3m7oe3ll/s800/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="565" data-original-width="800" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghfVlA6yf3NSnf38FHbvk5Yj_7YvZRBCIFaqS5BAVXlKBaiuU6BAzOLqu_LVy8ToaoGrK7InC0w6lkx3y6dOQnpzqlE1DFWvUHdxx9QuIp6UrEB-xg6buEPksWxteh-Ig8dE5w5sGLf7bIo5mh1R_s2IsbgzWVRgZ747QrLde5duzHWq12DX2-3m7oe3ll/w547-h386/1a.jpg" width="547" /></a></div><p>Paul Dellegatto has been with WTVT, Fox 13, in Tampa for 33 years, and has more experience with Hurricanes for the Tampa area than just about anyone else. From June through November I monitor his Twitter page consistently. Above is his first tweet of what is now known as Idalia. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwTHPeQSl4WfqxEoS7F47MdLED4wrRpIYwGpSiSalb3Bdrst155oOVqZoEJzz7VfxCrpS2gqFZwlO_ztldZC8kb-Zt6LlWm8KX_eyj5ZTyv7zUrUCTYIvEM9wCHmFffC1cMDsw25hWGMkfG-7Y6_0USTbn4YPc0VL-RemiNNZFeVAC7RQBrbA7cDGfwPy/s800/1b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="627" data-original-width="800" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwTHPeQSl4WfqxEoS7F47MdLED4wrRpIYwGpSiSalb3Bdrst155oOVqZoEJzz7VfxCrpS2gqFZwlO_ztldZC8kb-Zt6LlWm8KX_eyj5ZTyv7zUrUCTYIvEM9wCHmFffC1cMDsw25hWGMkfG-7Y6_0USTbn4YPc0VL-RemiNNZFeVAC7RQBrbA7cDGfwPy/w640-h502/1b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>But the site I follow even more closely is NOAA's <a href="https://www.nhc.noaa.gov/" target="_blank">National Hurricane Center</a>. Above is what they posted on Thursday, August 24th, four days ago. I first saw this, then went to Paul's Twitter page, and then had my first big GULP with a slight lump in the back of my throat. By the way, I had been following Hurricane Franklin from when it was a Orange X...it is headed north and then north east, away from land. I first saw Idalia (pronounced ee-DAHL-yuh) when it was a Yellow X, and then it went from Yellow to Red and really got my attention.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahlQQUuHa2pL5NIHcZzJgx8i7QBEe27MSE3OUqPGbQojL_OC0WF4DBxDXl3rJuOHopacIi1SD8v2Xy6amdREfCZMS4h9XCk6TighG5x5QH-rbfMxwBN5LRaDVUqXnrquLQCzKl8Nwpj7lOQFhdW-sYoRBe3Wy8zgpK-fY8MA1PUs1ML47DGx0PTxA7qyn/s800/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="647" data-original-width="800" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahlQQUuHa2pL5NIHcZzJgx8i7QBEe27MSE3OUqPGbQojL_OC0WF4DBxDXl3rJuOHopacIi1SD8v2Xy6amdREfCZMS4h9XCk6TighG5x5QH-rbfMxwBN5LRaDVUqXnrquLQCzKl8Nwpj7lOQFhdW-sYoRBe3Wy8zgpK-fY8MA1PUs1ML47DGx0PTxA7qyn/w546-h442/1c.jpg" width="546" /></a></div><p>On Saturday it became a Tropical Depression, and then quickly a Tropical Storm by Sunday morning. Once they are a Depression, you can start to get a path, as shown above. At the tip of the red arrow is where our Condo sits, just over three miles from the Gulf. Our condo sits at just at 13' in elevation...we are not considered in the flood zone, although a few of the condos closer to the entrance are in the flood zone.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFMUi7ejHzjOKWtqFkBXmE3dBCws9ZcNU-sg0jcVWSMbcwVtUv0BVBCZPOaKnDpiSU3c0LZm9ShC59l2SwIQrCJNw32eFVC4dDd8WUnVmkesm3QGh7vUP4do7EfZVfc6PVDTHI7e0QXIOrshJxF_cDN0be--Z2qUki5BXJUIgQPjz5CefYstI9j8KtPbC/s800/1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="523" data-original-width="800" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFMUi7ejHzjOKWtqFkBXmE3dBCws9ZcNU-sg0jcVWSMbcwVtUv0BVBCZPOaKnDpiSU3c0LZm9ShC59l2SwIQrCJNw32eFVC4dDd8WUnVmkesm3QGh7vUP4do7EfZVfc6PVDTHI7e0QXIOrshJxF_cDN0be--Z2qUki5BXJUIgQPjz5CefYstI9j8KtPbC/w551-h360/1d.jpg" width="551" /></a></div><p>So this is where we are as of 1 pm Pacific Time (our current time zone). The forecast calls for it to hit land Tuesday night/Wednesday evening. Current impact with land is 100 miles to our northwest, as the crow flies. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyU0qSizPwvlYurpLS6LpL9zAe9r-lOQL_qqym7I-whPJSFUMntaGaKHx-i_hYkCzhyw9n71ivVDmvpXITbcR7TIuebxW0nmU38RtVmSdMy1pHFRhMaJhiyGad11TpZ_zdtFr9CEUtCpHjhhvSrFjAPJi6I62ajTBDmba5CFbux1gE7Gh6M-oXZL6bf4-1/s800/1e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="584" data-original-width="800" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyU0qSizPwvlYurpLS6LpL9zAe9r-lOQL_qqym7I-whPJSFUMntaGaKHx-i_hYkCzhyw9n71ivVDmvpXITbcR7TIuebxW0nmU38RtVmSdMy1pHFRhMaJhiyGad11TpZ_zdtFr9CEUtCpHjhhvSrFjAPJi6I62ajTBDmba5CFbux1gE7Gh6M-oXZL6bf4-1/w529-h387/1e.jpg" width="529" /></a></div><p>This is a close up view of where it 'might' hit landfall. I say 'might' because this far out, it is too hard to predict it. Since it turned into a depression, this 'line' has ranged from being over Perry, which is the top red circle, and as low as Chiefland, which is the bottom red circle. The distance along the shore is about 33 miles in length. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYsgX4e-EKCZxh6FtveIhJFG61_RM6poI9ZjLeoJlxbfo1QWYPifdeqqq464hG-lGNc5gl9iUiFhzkBaaimTO6YMB2nWzAJ_kK-NugrJYy_2KK058WfhP0w5fBHu8CsHVRVW6V-dPgYn940GU04gu5AbEqF-oglrGDbdt6SmHvOEcceR1VSf0wECEtY4c/s800/1f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="658" data-original-width="800" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYsgX4e-EKCZxh6FtveIhJFG61_RM6poI9ZjLeoJlxbfo1QWYPifdeqqq464hG-lGNc5gl9iUiFhzkBaaimTO6YMB2nWzAJ_kK-NugrJYy_2KK058WfhP0w5fBHu8CsHVRVW6V-dPgYn940GU04gu5AbEqF-oglrGDbdt6SmHvOEcceR1VSf0wECEtY4c/w509-h418/1f.jpg" width="509" /></a></div><p>So, why did I use the word "MIGHT" in the above paragraph? This picture above is of Hurricane Ian, last year. The paths shown were the ones they thought it would follow as of September 25th. Three days later it slammed into the coast far below each prediction. So much so that many of the people down south of Punta Gorda where it hit said they were unprepared because 2-3 days earlier it was going to hit well above Tampa. Then about 24 hours before it hit a forecast had it hitting Tampa...then a few hours later it was moved down closer to where it did hit land. Those people fell asleep because they were looking at the dark line...ignoring the 'cone' of where it could hit. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgriAzUJmSLxFrjMq53TirmorddyhJ44qvo4RZlG4QjFtXdyErLFzVYiYQFBDWzud-LtR0Wx-meJzdhtSun763O9wE7Qjb0Ku3aNW84bGh0uKuwfOUZ0nd2cOg6joJS2vR6vC4TgkcbYY-SnVA_vnGoSYtkMKZODHLcEQN9b9Rm8vPc1AgrqjpuygQo54CY/s800/1g.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgriAzUJmSLxFrjMq53TirmorddyhJ44qvo4RZlG4QjFtXdyErLFzVYiYQFBDWzud-LtR0Wx-meJzdhtSun763O9wE7Qjb0Ku3aNW84bGh0uKuwfOUZ0nd2cOg6joJS2vR6vC4TgkcbYY-SnVA_vnGoSYtkMKZODHLcEQN9b9Rm8vPc1AgrqjpuygQo54CY/w436-h245/1g.jpg" width="436" /></a></div><p>Above you can see the 'cone' in light grey...and it clearly shows that Punta Gorda was in play as where it 'could' hit. But people saw the 'red line', which is where most models showed where it probably could hit. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VSEtR5QsUQBRzcE5aY5bCRXx2RvjFq3e2KOxVHvmfj-6mS1mgS5PdcoYCaK7gAOgeMc4jvVV_TG-K-oHJIQ4OM1K2NcJZ8Tgh3JsgHnYFRwNO4-F7puEj-5T4RFz4gwJRrN1Se65Bd20yqSReLKUCDKyphRhTfjHkmHk0HcB54ewliWqvFRxHEqJCkNS/s800/1h.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="415" data-original-width="800" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VSEtR5QsUQBRzcE5aY5bCRXx2RvjFq3e2KOxVHvmfj-6mS1mgS5PdcoYCaK7gAOgeMc4jvVV_TG-K-oHJIQ4OM1K2NcJZ8Tgh3JsgHnYFRwNO4-F7puEj-5T4RFz4gwJRrN1Se65Bd20yqSReLKUCDKyphRhTfjHkmHk0HcB54ewliWqvFRxHEqJCkNS/w629-h327/1h.jpg" width="629" /></a></div><p>This is the 4 pm release, not much of a change. Except that the center of the Tropical Storm has not moved very far since it became a Tropical Depression...only about 80 miles. Monday was suppose to be the day of more rapid movement...it has not happened yet.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6RTAiRAgCY8B5ewCmKIZs7Jpkm4M_h5N-ERAk8CNSLPTJq6b3T6Tre5IB5i-rhWuujETiXkQ0e9urj42lIm7YrdWJP5JDlsHCAxCnAzxHLP21A8aVjy0Xp2Mmf7XRZsGdRUs7qZj3bDtpzqCLeHdlZl4WmWMLVcX9GQC1o9liP0_5AlPvODa9piQDnTf0/s800/1J.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="446" data-original-width="800" height="337" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6RTAiRAgCY8B5ewCmKIZs7Jpkm4M_h5N-ERAk8CNSLPTJq6b3T6Tre5IB5i-rhWuujETiXkQ0e9urj42lIm7YrdWJP5JDlsHCAxCnAzxHLP21A8aVjy0Xp2Mmf7XRZsGdRUs7qZj3bDtpzqCLeHdlZl4WmWMLVcX9GQC1o9liP0_5AlPvODa9piQDnTf0/w606-h337/1J.jpg" width="606" /></a></div><p>So Paul says that this 'could' be good news...perhaps the storm won't be as strong as first predicted. We can only hope so. And being on the edge of the cone still leaves that lump in the back of my throat...and since we don't have any cats, and Indy does not shed very much, it surely can't be a furball stuck back there...</p><p>NOTE: We are in California, far away from the danger posed by this up and coming Hurricane<br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com3Golden Coach RV Park, 59704 CA-70, Cromberg, CA 96103, USA39.8607661 -120.69081669.9459396829086586 -155.8470666 69.77559251709134 -85.5345666tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-66509107489392338062023-08-14T18:02:00.000-04:002023-08-14T18:02:59.809-04:00Sunset Through The Trees <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuH94YhqZJSCWLr2ckNPWJG1V8CgCo6jPlYCBrjGR1DP3TjlPdhU-KZU84lsXLrAk0dISgNlmv3Uy-Cues3dr2R1pyWhFqVQWFuLNdLZBhI3rVlIDkDSdNffL_DWoVxo8fx5MoTkPSD4ZUUhnlJMD2JhCbvo-JW5Gm2iMDAYEfQvhELdpTxxQBdYgDaQb8/s622/1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="622" data-original-width="600" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuH94YhqZJSCWLr2ckNPWJG1V8CgCo6jPlYCBrjGR1DP3TjlPdhU-KZU84lsXLrAk0dISgNlmv3Uy-Cues3dr2R1pyWhFqVQWFuLNdLZBhI3rVlIDkDSdNffL_DWoVxo8fx5MoTkPSD4ZUUhnlJMD2JhCbvo-JW5Gm2iMDAYEfQvhELdpTxxQBdYgDaQb8/w413-h428/1a.jpg" width="413" /></a></div><p></p><p>Indy needs out one last time each evening, and this typically leads me to a view of the sun setting through the trees to the west.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYHvFaTJ3sv66KnLeMw0DVoF77iB7gMF3R7V5kVWpZ4skdUjThufvKn-UbU8oP5XYb6qNmIAQqsQbNMrYOMLflmeKe-IP_GQMOOLXQuhkuwugVeT6zBLaFWNjgsOaMEo73iBZwfslH39Fh789IXeWSXePutj-w1fnYa_5ZEuIENZ9f5utSTseA3VM_qbq/s800/1b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYHvFaTJ3sv66KnLeMw0DVoF77iB7gMF3R7V5kVWpZ4skdUjThufvKn-UbU8oP5XYb6qNmIAQqsQbNMrYOMLflmeKe-IP_GQMOOLXQuhkuwugVeT6zBLaFWNjgsOaMEo73iBZwfslH39Fh789IXeWSXePutj-w1fnYa_5ZEuIENZ9f5utSTseA3VM_qbq/w340-h453/1b.jpg" width="340" /></a></div><p>As with any sunset, you also need to look to the east to see what the last of the sun's rays do there. This one tree always illuminates with the sun's last rays.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9r5cl773RADOrvgDRVaHl6mqwn-yVSrS1-knm7AyZmucFd_jZQK7dyM6PGT-BcePudfesEmGaWn6AgY4asrj0TOPB0aTBIKDT5gI6iLqOEgZPlWDM1Azppc7MrxqpTZA9G1eDeXcAHvLK5TsilahltZmEbdVnubgFekv8AZDl7aDnockovhG3F7sDU-gr/s600/1c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9r5cl773RADOrvgDRVaHl6mqwn-yVSrS1-knm7AyZmucFd_jZQK7dyM6PGT-BcePudfesEmGaWn6AgY4asrj0TOPB0aTBIKDT5gI6iLqOEgZPlWDM1Azppc7MrxqpTZA9G1eDeXcAHvLK5TsilahltZmEbdVnubgFekv8AZDl7aDnockovhG3F7sDU-gr/w431-h323/1c.jpg" width="431" /></a></div><p>And then there are the needles and branches that are between the camera lens and the setting sun.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxak1lF2eyLCdwsqoffIxDOPqV3-YhW96VICHP8FuOYaLgru46dEQyz-1cZswnE4KBealOqM1KjAfzZ_QYWqZste86sR6sXnebawgarqWEcpb1ML9_aiqFMFidXVx6krA-Y8jzPlkZzuBwVaQq0SEvo2MHFgQXMkHk13lKEUB9DILezvBOd_vxn2gq0j62/s600/1d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxak1lF2eyLCdwsqoffIxDOPqV3-YhW96VICHP8FuOYaLgru46dEQyz-1cZswnE4KBealOqM1KjAfzZ_QYWqZste86sR6sXnebawgarqWEcpb1ML9_aiqFMFidXVx6krA-Y8jzPlkZzuBwVaQq0SEvo2MHFgQXMkHk13lKEUB9DILezvBOd_vxn2gq0j62/w454-h341/1d.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><p>In all my stops, I have never seen sunsets through this type of view. It is not as pretty, but it is interesting...and peaceful.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcv9gNVSw_2hYzDfYy0ByEfzSl4LEJjCgCZZXsQEpMAyEEFqJ0O8FHw2c_-EF6oJ2nG-Jsml3G6O4xoh1xaKXNFkFES1ReSM6_g3ZhQ7C-dXzpoC38OJ7V2TmNi7bJtgQmNrMs_8dhl8UJoqRbIomi_uiUlOCXmE3gw0SEEuw_OMln2pK5bsKiTDnu8ZAp/s600/2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="401" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcv9gNVSw_2hYzDfYy0ByEfzSl4LEJjCgCZZXsQEpMAyEEFqJ0O8FHw2c_-EF6oJ2nG-Jsml3G6O4xoh1xaKXNFkFES1ReSM6_g3ZhQ7C-dXzpoC38OJ7V2TmNi7bJtgQmNrMs_8dhl8UJoqRbIomi_uiUlOCXmE3gw0SEEuw_OMln2pK5bsKiTDnu8ZAp/w534-h401/2a.jpg" width="534" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUH-gypBVTzDVvADudN3ksB8ZQbc1BcZ9t982HWhjVaMdC5pR7UMg_3SZovam7IQi9n5enHLLzRWbYYK0jqln9kIuFKhCDtb_EfKMr0yxH8yvq_N1CmGJhG9yY-GuSE6gXt8dFLXCC5tpq4OUGFnU5uQZN2gl-4FKOtQ3qp6tzJ9KPuSoF45p1SoBH8qc/s600/2b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="403" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUH-gypBVTzDVvADudN3ksB8ZQbc1BcZ9t982HWhjVaMdC5pR7UMg_3SZovam7IQi9n5enHLLzRWbYYK0jqln9kIuFKhCDtb_EfKMr0yxH8yvq_N1CmGJhG9yY-GuSE6gXt8dFLXCC5tpq4OUGFnU5uQZN2gl-4FKOtQ3qp6tzJ9KPuSoF45p1SoBH8qc/w536-h403/2b.jpg" width="536" /></a></div><p>Yesterday I decided to head on back to the river and see this sunset coming on. With clouds to the west, which typically produce a real good sunset. These pictures above are on the way to the river, taken at the exact same spot. The lower one focus in on the house that is in the distance. I thought what a nice place to live...sunrise over the vast meadow to the east, and sunsets to the west which are easily accessible by either going out into the meadow, or going down by the river.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilz5rJxrRUQXrgLJ2N1gq9_q6CxLY0m4tuTG7QpliMk28RDOOfwM9vbMvHlFRMavAWuNW1ADcQlosRxp81RLcLd2ASSHPgERtO4NIT8O6CgFGcHUmyckW5G9H0eHXrvNl29tqiRUsPY67XE_NlScvKwK5SMdnL2Bcq7sw-jOlStXnCmx67R9Ds8nsOIEli/s600/3a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilz5rJxrRUQXrgLJ2N1gq9_q6CxLY0m4tuTG7QpliMk28RDOOfwM9vbMvHlFRMavAWuNW1ADcQlosRxp81RLcLd2ASSHPgERtO4NIT8O6CgFGcHUmyckW5G9H0eHXrvNl29tqiRUsPY67XE_NlScvKwK5SMdnL2Bcq7sw-jOlStXnCmx67R9Ds8nsOIEli/w494-h371/3a.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA-CbJekrSHJy5QM6y2q6RpwrQU0hnWbow95WSiWIjygfaR5AiMaAg1K99qMRsJd6ds1Gph20leAoFHTjsUimgsIfD7imr7uzvG_rP-RZ6C-DUzJ2D-KSSNLqNbovwIDTL6y8Z-5C-xgixCglrUFMrQSX9E18vR9ggURd5C3zq3GWmmUVIGpjDicPPF08t/s600/3b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="600" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA-CbJekrSHJy5QM6y2q6RpwrQU0hnWbow95WSiWIjygfaR5AiMaAg1K99qMRsJd6ds1Gph20leAoFHTjsUimgsIfD7imr7uzvG_rP-RZ6C-DUzJ2D-KSSNLqNbovwIDTL6y8Z-5C-xgixCglrUFMrQSX9E18vR9ggURd5C3zq3GWmmUVIGpjDicPPF08t/w495-h444/3b.jpg" width="495" /></a></div><p>As I near the river I see a deer...a rare event in this area that was full of dear just 12 months ago. They had 180" of snow last winter. The grass that grew at the base of trees was buried deeply under the snow. As the winter progressed, the deer got thinner and thinner...and the deer herds got thinner and thinner. Mark, owner of the park here, said that the deer that you do happen upon this year are about the sized of a Great Dane. Earlier in the day I went to Quincy to get some food at Safeway and saw my first deer while here...and it was the size of a Great Dane. This one above that I saw yesterday evening was barely larger than a Great Dane. I did see a much larger deer running across the meadow later that I just could not get a picture of...and it looked much larger and older...so some did survive...perhaps some farmer who put out some hay. (However, <span class="ILfuVd" lang="en"><span class="hgKElc">feeding big game animals is prohibited in California (Code of Regulations, Title 14, Section 251.3).</span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd" lang="en"><span class="hgKElc"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4BCIQgwyGyWKp5_TwE-Zbu0YjTyKfM7cYAHr7Qlf8b5wpWtC5vg1SXliTvCclIVrkMtjz9UhbqZDOZKnKT9itXSKvOGgNhI6UmmthWTeG1PUVSJT3w1GDXbjQvl3SKO16GBBy9oYJm6WV7UHzHil_1zyBIZHt7MvalvDPOqg2x-V6u1Xmpb_swqa48JDm/s600/4a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="431" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4BCIQgwyGyWKp5_TwE-Zbu0YjTyKfM7cYAHr7Qlf8b5wpWtC5vg1SXliTvCclIVrkMtjz9UhbqZDOZKnKT9itXSKvOGgNhI6UmmthWTeG1PUVSJT3w1GDXbjQvl3SKO16GBBy9oYJm6WV7UHzHil_1zyBIZHt7MvalvDPOqg2x-V6u1Xmpb_swqa48JDm/w574-h431/4a.jpg" width="574" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIETMCQ9v6Zm272mIFQHmWsKprpoHyExl3o3cGgH7VVl8I5og8XUL2ixAui2kPojt1U9RPseoTRTT8SglF5eFevcxGR0AVmpTvhQCrSQ1xsGkZmgCwzGTgkWAgVJkFtr6xRfgM98neh-hG373LcQENoueHYfTy9yoXtBOIchTKGYyRkJft3hGuVW_JD2hA/s600/4b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIETMCQ9v6Zm272mIFQHmWsKprpoHyExl3o3cGgH7VVl8I5og8XUL2ixAui2kPojt1U9RPseoTRTT8SglF5eFevcxGR0AVmpTvhQCrSQ1xsGkZmgCwzGTgkWAgVJkFtr6xRfgM98neh-hG373LcQENoueHYfTy9yoXtBOIchTKGYyRkJft3hGuVW_JD2hA/w576-h320/4b.jpg" width="576" /></a></div><p></p><p><span class="ILfuVd" lang="en"><span class="hgKElc">I got to the river just in time for the last of the sun's rays. It is a bit prettier with the clouds, which glow with yellows and red alongside the dark clouds. One thing I learned from last time, if I hurry back the park I can capture the same sunset again due to the increased 200 ft of elevation.</span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd" lang="en"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFHW0SeFSMJv2l8gLWCutAtsFjWz6MHa0bk5NQSNJpV6__Po0NFSYyR6-ieWGWyRZMC0XahJh6dGt3WatgTSoPTMK02WiY3DAS2zgj8h4sbUtfVhkmymA9PwO_EM8N0zgNLUTiEOfFx3SCsraz5rBWNvXsZ2XXT4mNgUVL-UUlNYhBJIHRRfUlxa1onoi/s600/5a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFHW0SeFSMJv2l8gLWCutAtsFjWz6MHa0bk5NQSNJpV6__Po0NFSYyR6-ieWGWyRZMC0XahJh6dGt3WatgTSoPTMK02WiY3DAS2zgj8h4sbUtfVhkmymA9PwO_EM8N0zgNLUTiEOfFx3SCsraz5rBWNvXsZ2XXT4mNgUVL-UUlNYhBJIHRRfUlxa1onoi/w477-h357/5a.jpg" width="477" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAGSJ7kYKnrNVoe73AnsWYjTnLPSYOEk2H9s9xv4vCyIbEv49bwzS04MpWsUX1u5gWsGoc1GxzrQbhbv3T4b5giNF7sHmklFCrGfdEV7WsN2DLXzV5NHTHjYX2mlhn08dfv0HUTqxCAz23dzYbOBHKqRwvUla1rjDaWmodVTPQHNBcewXjZ5xsJCGqw5q/s600/5e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="600" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAGSJ7kYKnrNVoe73AnsWYjTnLPSYOEk2H9s9xv4vCyIbEv49bwzS04MpWsUX1u5gWsGoc1GxzrQbhbv3T4b5giNF7sHmklFCrGfdEV7WsN2DLXzV5NHTHjYX2mlhn08dfv0HUTqxCAz23dzYbOBHKqRwvUla1rjDaWmodVTPQHNBcewXjZ5xsJCGqw5q/w598-h265/5e.jpg" width="598" /></a></div><br /><span class="hgKElc">Sunsets through the trees are nice...unobstructed sunsets...especially those with clouds...just can't be beat. <br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-56760791894150204112023-08-04T03:52:00.000-04:002023-08-04T03:52:29.917-04:00Sunsets, Landscapes & Things - Cromberg, Ca <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8b-ObbBsvAJPfK_2hVNzKbVPA-dffYQjpR-DJ5j7PfX7n0gnV2zZSLAo7xBbFdlU3n4dGj194DU1aEAjPRQHk__c22KLDYw4rtSZ3SJf3gxYfKrVxSsU4KvTHdfwbpOzL2PsDm8iDCyUxp9TuF72ewtME461dVmYYMgV7JSwwzXLcIhC_e0h2usUrbGn/s600/1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8b-ObbBsvAJPfK_2hVNzKbVPA-dffYQjpR-DJ5j7PfX7n0gnV2zZSLAo7xBbFdlU3n4dGj194DU1aEAjPRQHk__c22KLDYw4rtSZ3SJf3gxYfKrVxSsU4KvTHdfwbpOzL2PsDm8iDCyUxp9TuF72ewtME461dVmYYMgV7JSwwzXLcIhC_e0h2usUrbGn/s320/1a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>A couple of days ago I was taking Indy out for her final potty break and I am "Blinded by the Light, Revved up like a Deuce..." (Deuce like a Little Deuce Coupe, a 2-seater Hot Rod...you have either heard the song and get it, or you don't...) A SUNSET! Never thought about getting a sunset among all these trees...but there it is right out the door!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HJFZAgrlfkDhv9m9AtkyC24UqsejgYlCUF25RmrpFHId-RH9aNyLWsgqzL9MyHLNDYYYGXv9MCooGqlDJ3dfyU8X1uec2MP2PKvvAJprr1TRaJ9BZocth4fMuGuq1rMzHLdlIl066qkY2Z6La4ctodIk1nHqApjuosdh6EWLPPhqajpSnjnDUs6EUoXT/s600/1b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HJFZAgrlfkDhv9m9AtkyC24UqsejgYlCUF25RmrpFHId-RH9aNyLWsgqzL9MyHLNDYYYGXv9MCooGqlDJ3dfyU8X1uec2MP2PKvvAJprr1TRaJ9BZocth4fMuGuq1rMzHLdlIl066qkY2Z6La4ctodIk1nHqApjuosdh6EWLPPhqajpSnjnDUs6EUoXT/w552-h414/1b.jpg" width="552" /></a></div><p></p><p>I know there is a large meadow on the other side of the park, so I hurry over there..<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-cqnnrZE-GJ9wi3SegNhQESwBsQDf1xH1YP8h6JYcIK0v6uKXHkdnOab-s8DtPCk92TuUm1IQWHYjx7dCrfn33TDpPIn2rqI7zC6E2Aqkb9H_8idtvHHGWhLL59VD07BWyJjubGQOSLFVYBLD3d_XNabck-XVtA5BmQVXrPZEmjXEIQmMtcybXeUn7oLg/s600/1c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-cqnnrZE-GJ9wi3SegNhQESwBsQDf1xH1YP8h6JYcIK0v6uKXHkdnOab-s8DtPCk92TuUm1IQWHYjx7dCrfn33TDpPIn2rqI7zC6E2Aqkb9H_8idtvHHGWhLL59VD07BWyJjubGQOSLFVYBLD3d_XNabck-XVtA5BmQVXrPZEmjXEIQmMtcybXeUn7oLg/w554-h416/1c.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><p>Just as the sun says goodnight...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgIriw1NiMdIg1Mt3RPsJzCC2b17WFL545PRRcuJajXPXUQx4flzs1uVurmX0xlfu87_rjGpKApOxuuCitExEbCUclXUXBQzjUeGANK3Jv_E26A5QswgAypqGDVJGC2lG3HkIPcpEmpMN0PV2MByaPMP7SF8iUVzIdXRZgSFrsLzlxM9oDs1_CleQ08mH/s800/2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgIriw1NiMdIg1Mt3RPsJzCC2b17WFL545PRRcuJajXPXUQx4flzs1uVurmX0xlfu87_rjGpKApOxuuCitExEbCUclXUXBQzjUeGANK3Jv_E26A5QswgAypqGDVJGC2lG3HkIPcpEmpMN0PV2MByaPMP7SF8iUVzIdXRZgSFrsLzlxM9oDs1_CleQ08mH/w343-h457/2a.jpg" width="343" /></a></div><p>Fast forward to today and I am ready to capture the sunset outside of the park. Above is another picture of the sun as it is 30+ minutes from setting.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhwccFnSgyBUO4bJRYgT_ykG60-sLaf4bP_H6pMtb641Etz2SgWrnvzTYjRZnK03eK5LpPMqrLuIesraBhcKIOe6YX409dQzHVwN1S7EU3sldJnGAGEC2wN6TqbXXLDGYrxh6I_Sa4bzDayMEHsqEpLdOLfS-vd7cZTvPPAlk93WrsAMNDBOf4PD6kVz5F/s600/2b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhwccFnSgyBUO4bJRYgT_ykG60-sLaf4bP_H6pMtb641Etz2SgWrnvzTYjRZnK03eK5LpPMqrLuIesraBhcKIOe6YX409dQzHVwN1S7EU3sldJnGAGEC2wN6TqbXXLDGYrxh6I_Sa4bzDayMEHsqEpLdOLfS-vd7cZTvPPAlk93WrsAMNDBOf4PD6kVz5F/w445-h334/2b.jpg" width="445" /></a></div><p></p><p>I had scouted out a place and found a bridge about 2 miles away that crosses the Feather River. So I head over there, and get this picture to the west a few minutes before it sets over the mountain...it is blocked by the trees to make the picture.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4uM9wFy80VJvJvTj1v7LroOECkVPoXsQ3T3s6x8FORBegeVEnBvXtVqNzygfbgOzlDdL7r62j1RVb9FAOQlmCJSGoiDo8lBYg5Bcj1GigycSvl_12tXuxf8f1wnV1GSwHYQtoAyCwVVDPyN86T9visANShNQASpqzYqCQxFLFOFgSydzpLB4aQKss7-5F/s600/2c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4uM9wFy80VJvJvTj1v7LroOECkVPoXsQ3T3s6x8FORBegeVEnBvXtVqNzygfbgOzlDdL7r62j1RVb9FAOQlmCJSGoiDo8lBYg5Bcj1GigycSvl_12tXuxf8f1wnV1GSwHYQtoAyCwVVDPyN86T9visANShNQASpqzYqCQxFLFOFgSydzpLB4aQKss7-5F/w441-h331/2c.jpg" width="441" /></a></div><p>To the east is this view above. Below are some more pictures as the sun goes over the mountain...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ1vKk7s4IiufOBFZFo74pVrZMm1x2VmflWQdYs01yRcw-JLjoG-SHhktY_B54qFeHGat3gda_Q-s7fDe77OAYVQ6g1B2GB6Xj_wXp5VID44FyYuRehLN0bhcKia32b0AiNCf5iXU7GrHas7ntg7V0byR7LIGNK9jp4-U6DXlDJLwqfCZYEP55E4QktKrp/s600/3a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="246" data-original-width="600" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ1vKk7s4IiufOBFZFo74pVrZMm1x2VmflWQdYs01yRcw-JLjoG-SHhktY_B54qFeHGat3gda_Q-s7fDe77OAYVQ6g1B2GB6Xj_wXp5VID44FyYuRehLN0bhcKia32b0AiNCf5iXU7GrHas7ntg7V0byR7LIGNK9jp4-U6DXlDJLwqfCZYEP55E4QktKrp/w614-h251/3a.jpg" width="614" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmgukb0ulzTkGDRl_olJ6oU7vuw0ciltwvVEvXeYlSBbct85YLHhlA0BXqyM-I2lVW71jZLHUIakuUGJhQtVJZqFOhdzQMohNY2D80roPPI-y0YbIYcS96rgBYQKUKAZUZ2GonELZpwQiq73UPigiUUzCnlDIwDaZFWycA3XWlm-UlpqzRe8a8ZVXvBxuh/s600/3b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="600" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmgukb0ulzTkGDRl_olJ6oU7vuw0ciltwvVEvXeYlSBbct85YLHhlA0BXqyM-I2lVW71jZLHUIakuUGJhQtVJZqFOhdzQMohNY2D80roPPI-y0YbIYcS96rgBYQKUKAZUZ2GonELZpwQiq73UPigiUUzCnlDIwDaZFWycA3XWlm-UlpqzRe8a8ZVXvBxuh/w529-h325/3b.jpg" width="529" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkt-thEfQkdDaRwyptE1oJD_zWzbUIXtsjM9jtmBri_AqdQxH_IFZwRfjrYIT_xRI0EKG2NfJkeMr21KRUEdp2N5BnLnnQI_klbxpdiVkqPh_t93NMIb4fjvKvLBK-quVGQIrYe3xRIwFeyWHqkDcUkXrnSCjqavDf7qeK5E3Wex364cKk_TxmiN8aU4tc/s600/3c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="406" data-original-width="600" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkt-thEfQkdDaRwyptE1oJD_zWzbUIXtsjM9jtmBri_AqdQxH_IFZwRfjrYIT_xRI0EKG2NfJkeMr21KRUEdp2N5BnLnnQI_klbxpdiVkqPh_t93NMIb4fjvKvLBK-quVGQIrYe3xRIwFeyWHqkDcUkXrnSCjqavDf7qeK5E3Wex364cKk_TxmiN8aU4tc/w530-h360/3c.jpg" width="530" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9meJaRXrZ0RibT3H3Dg5vJbErvbAJHPhwfKx2TT60Zu6wm7riTv6R1L33nvz3cde416mbGUnIvjpAnhpSx6aDz21t7Cb0cjheAb7gZvtwiZbiMbfN8ClrFP8s8_c6xf0hnfpItoI47odFTG2RK6K_z4gI64TMPX8wYQN0D6xvhsftocBHCFT0pYmeZ2_l/s600/3d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9meJaRXrZ0RibT3H3Dg5vJbErvbAJHPhwfKx2TT60Zu6wm7riTv6R1L33nvz3cde416mbGUnIvjpAnhpSx6aDz21t7Cb0cjheAb7gZvtwiZbiMbfN8ClrFP8s8_c6xf0hnfpItoI47odFTG2RK6K_z4gI64TMPX8wYQN0D6xvhsftocBHCFT0pYmeZ2_l/w526-h395/3d.jpg" width="526" /></a></div><p>The last picture is to the east. There is no sign of the typical yellow-orange coloring, which may or may not have happened as I wanted to get a few more pictures of the area, some of which are shown below...some were taken when I first went out to explore the river bridge a few days ago.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOmz8ZDJzlksjq0JYnNwfl5Vxjr1b0PgyLPS_Pn2PCaXHKgxvONCizfiLXlEu_RvQe3U23nhDl88_aYAaO-6ptX3PyN4CBnAqNcDAWntf8k60sSy4rwYsDNA5TfxeeGRX3al_Pqkr-4pHFj2VrcceKTSPM5GJB-dY6wkDpyPuSdBFPeJFyZT7OLs3lsdMc/s600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="284" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOmz8ZDJzlksjq0JYnNwfl5Vxjr1b0PgyLPS_Pn2PCaXHKgxvONCizfiLXlEu_RvQe3U23nhDl88_aYAaO-6ptX3PyN4CBnAqNcDAWntf8k60sSy4rwYsDNA5TfxeeGRX3al_Pqkr-4pHFj2VrcceKTSPM5GJB-dY6wkDpyPuSdBFPeJFyZT7OLs3lsdMc/w508-h240/4.jpg" width="508" /></a></div><p></p><p>A couple of the surrounding mountains, pictures taken a few days ago.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJoPcMpXD9x1DAq0r6kiaxWgKO1quJ1O6Kz_fq0oV4Jcxq-b6YDSXDM5yDcK2d4t-YDQIN312RkX671k_EyZCJWW5H4OqZXrAbfVNYHRyy25G_3YKUFrdm83trbLeWe0xEZmifegRmGAECW_pjeqZKOFv51FL2JzZj3di58qaS2VAexjCA2kEzaU6ZM9E/s600/4aa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="600" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJoPcMpXD9x1DAq0r6kiaxWgKO1quJ1O6Kz_fq0oV4Jcxq-b6YDSXDM5yDcK2d4t-YDQIN312RkX671k_EyZCJWW5H4OqZXrAbfVNYHRyy25G_3YKUFrdm83trbLeWe0xEZmifegRmGAECW_pjeqZKOFv51FL2JzZj3di58qaS2VAexjCA2kEzaU6ZM9E/w516-h258/4aa.jpg" width="516" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLIxv0Mksw2Vqyc7xhAf6EYO8VoLNNQx6hMZw6YcZzTk0MwN0Ochiudjz5Lrw0TR9JC9KXVN1YrdPuTvnuIjYejYVJtte8aDvv4-ZeHt7cwuNi5wDe1cWo-mbDYJ589Evv-hhAztEKBQR-n7m0qvlx108RZu58XFK_u3zNVioVA3jHW05hhxPEWJ28fomY/s600/4a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="417" data-original-width="600" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLIxv0Mksw2Vqyc7xhAf6EYO8VoLNNQx6hMZw6YcZzTk0MwN0Ochiudjz5Lrw0TR9JC9KXVN1YrdPuTvnuIjYejYVJtte8aDvv4-ZeHt7cwuNi5wDe1cWo-mbDYJ589Evv-hhAztEKBQR-n7m0qvlx108RZu58XFK_u3zNVioVA3jHW05hhxPEWJ28fomY/w544-h377/4a.jpg" width="544" /></a></div><p></p><p>The Feather River Rail Route, looking west above, and looking east
below. It is currently owned by the Union Pacific Railroad and is used
primarily by freight trains, although the California Zephyr use run this
route on its way to Chicago.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLsQwavZamCT0gAWFcxx8NWkP9JjWiQTtgPaoMFH7XKzhRqdxIltYOdDjrrxUaZj5IBNMV3kMHzGrnpOnzFKRRHmioJ44eGF9SEY37wNvSudK_KUzZdvrMx5mQyR78Jgj2sIpY6UzF2-m4hkR9X5jlVtSNQBLL3OSHnAwxRCmDK7vPJNb4zzcZsMGqH_j/s600/4b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="451" data-original-width="600" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLsQwavZamCT0gAWFcxx8NWkP9JjWiQTtgPaoMFH7XKzhRqdxIltYOdDjrrxUaZj5IBNMV3kMHzGrnpOnzFKRRHmioJ44eGF9SEY37wNvSudK_KUzZdvrMx5mQyR78Jgj2sIpY6UzF2-m4hkR9X5jlVtSNQBLL3OSHnAwxRCmDK7vPJNb4zzcZsMGqH_j/w541-h408/4b.jpg" width="541" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRr2_Ak2cNfmd41JGqFUiPOdxU7uk9A1PZvpZC_O-jCO5DS52fsg8ChWviGHzmMftEnqNI_GrgYxR6JLo3T8YyweN9Vty9wR-7Rzx6baLjBeKj5gI16QDoNE1sFXNxDZ6D98q_gmjR1nN8xifI5BHDrEfNgI3_FLyGOwMia6ysPlGUx3zhAQOMwTomnSRk/s600/4c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="600" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRr2_Ak2cNfmd41JGqFUiPOdxU7uk9A1PZvpZC_O-jCO5DS52fsg8ChWviGHzmMftEnqNI_GrgYxR6JLo3T8YyweN9Vty9wR-7Rzx6baLjBeKj5gI16QDoNE1sFXNxDZ6D98q_gmjR1nN8xifI5BHDrEfNgI3_FLyGOwMia6ysPlGUx3zhAQOMwTomnSRk/w474-h285/4c.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><p></p><p>Sloat Towne Hall, built in 1935, is the only public building remaining the town of Sloat which at one time had a population of 2,000. Below looks like a Mule, something one does not see very often.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjesOsCv9zOj_RQpUnRwaDXZo0ycn5ZVYOE-MM1MEdoEzbF0dXYUY8Gb3vYPH-taLw54Q3LL2gEVBe5dN4EGbBd8BuzQ579k2PottCx0JDAmJX-02_SqtHDbnU3_3BKFydJHDBBMQioCotGsqgMa6rwZdyIu0QImqPjO4-o1y20T5rLPpkd6Nb7zC0xuLdx/s600/4d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="478" data-original-width="600" height="374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjesOsCv9zOj_RQpUnRwaDXZo0ycn5ZVYOE-MM1MEdoEzbF0dXYUY8Gb3vYPH-taLw54Q3LL2gEVBe5dN4EGbBd8BuzQ579k2PottCx0JDAmJX-02_SqtHDbnU3_3BKFydJHDBBMQioCotGsqgMa6rwZdyIu0QImqPjO4-o1y20T5rLPpkd6Nb7zC0xuLdx/w468-h374/4d.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0CJcsvre8vdblEGuRt51LmDMgXh8mBRRiL_Ha75IJSJr9OaXDHGuqqbEPS-3x-YdG35xnhyKg8YMwoSvdB1YxZ4yKrDwI3eRh8myhm2tkLtXJJSeYF8EboBVy6EDf6nYkiLq-6Y-wddYbVUAoKOuFauGHMw0iNUzjn1oCAgDAYgNgSXtLIo8YKAkc26W/s600/4e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0CJcsvre8vdblEGuRt51LmDMgXh8mBRRiL_Ha75IJSJr9OaXDHGuqqbEPS-3x-YdG35xnhyKg8YMwoSvdB1YxZ4yKrDwI3eRh8myhm2tkLtXJJSeYF8EboBVy6EDf6nYkiLq-6Y-wddYbVUAoKOuFauGHMw0iNUzjn1oCAgDAYgNgSXtLIo8YKAkc26W/w428-h321/4e.jpg" width="428" /></a></div><p></p><p>Not all of California is owned by the Democratic Party. Above is one of the more flashy Trump support signs.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAPj2WgrHATnk8Qc7x6PhuOfcSlwEf0wqaFqcciLtvce3IoKcRKCRtuYK0wRah-izxHkJf1Ko1NmF0uBmQH7nPqUaJiJVsGbvZVLGdH62ny6-5IafLwkrtIQ_nCTEIFfOcaIGOjvlA6P7ydSJ9ffnUWhw3200g1Oi39djOJSfby0NHuPfOLB6tq5eU4_uf/s600/4f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="327" data-original-width="600" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAPj2WgrHATnk8Qc7x6PhuOfcSlwEf0wqaFqcciLtvce3IoKcRKCRtuYK0wRah-izxHkJf1Ko1NmF0uBmQH7nPqUaJiJVsGbvZVLGdH62ny6-5IafLwkrtIQ_nCTEIFfOcaIGOjvlA6P7ydSJ9ffnUWhw3200g1Oi39djOJSfby0NHuPfOLB6tq5eU4_uf/w491-h267/4f.jpg" width="491" /></a></div><p></p><p>On my way back to the Park I got a few pictures with the last of the sunlight lighting up the hills. Normally the meadow would have deer in it, but this year the deer are scarce. The extreme snowfall either moved them to lower elevations, or they did not survive. Mark, the owner of the RV Park, said they had about 180" of snow this year...he said a typical year is around 60-80".<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpGFaQGtoM7cpHc9D5hiJ85fCbzkMjD9577CJPdmaFGfts5hJB1xcMfJ9oO1kv7L9urkuevSm_CUxWFp_LxAk0aQnqkpg72KoQClMNkb7b-kb-aWBUy4Xlt2QBSVjAiZxZrsFRw2NZDY9lNE7WYc0an4nMn_EiY3Ef-Y3EeXYlcUpCR8lbeaHLsyl-EYE/s600/4g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="600" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpGFaQGtoM7cpHc9D5hiJ85fCbzkMjD9577CJPdmaFGfts5hJB1xcMfJ9oO1kv7L9urkuevSm_CUxWFp_LxAk0aQnqkpg72KoQClMNkb7b-kb-aWBUy4Xlt2QBSVjAiZxZrsFRw2NZDY9lNE7WYc0an4nMn_EiY3Ef-Y3EeXYlcUpCR8lbeaHLsyl-EYE/w495-h286/4g.jpg" width="495" /></a></div><p><br /></p><br />Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com4Golden Coach RV Park, 59704 CA-70, Cromberg, CA 96103, USA39.8607661 -120.690816611.550532263821154 -155.8470666 68.170999936178845 -85.5345666tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-27894839428986765802023-07-30T22:34:00.001-04:002023-07-30T23:21:08.445-04:00Cromberg California <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFwKQI9eqvUGVRBA5e0RB9QGsuIO-XcVRrpVfxw8B6UO1d9e3RnrDfpgzdj5bS7NTKlz0RPPwiVolgOhh-G6MzwG1gkwavxUXPUpIDsyXgBtJXU1CoC1Dfbgj_BMuWqigARU_GIEk9kdv3g12ZbrT1W0qBCVN6sLI-3uaSY0wIoeQwCvflCYQdHOOQP0Pt/s600/1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFwKQI9eqvUGVRBA5e0RB9QGsuIO-XcVRrpVfxw8B6UO1d9e3RnrDfpgzdj5bS7NTKlz0RPPwiVolgOhh-G6MzwG1gkwavxUXPUpIDsyXgBtJXU1CoC1Dfbgj_BMuWqigARU_GIEk9kdv3g12ZbrT1W0qBCVN6sLI-3uaSY0wIoeQwCvflCYQdHOOQP0Pt/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>The RV Park, and a few other Resorts and Lodges, pretty much make up the community of Cromberg.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ZHpEMb-MXFgrNEE7roPXSkTpR51VvADfQGWUFka-rC8nHh_mmgf6xyJ3jAojMRpP48D6V4S703qMFXweS6UbQd6g2X6YdgtsUVMvISTXllPjnYjysaqDyEBfIEUhshJaHnnNEEWCb1Y-cTF_4iuXPx6LvaU3sum0WpnOTtIiJoeAGLdU8dad9krBGgxY/s600/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="558" data-original-width="600" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ZHpEMb-MXFgrNEE7roPXSkTpR51VvADfQGWUFka-rC8nHh_mmgf6xyJ3jAojMRpP48D6V4S703qMFXweS6UbQd6g2X6YdgtsUVMvISTXllPjnYjysaqDyEBfIEUhshJaHnnNEEWCb1Y-cTF_4iuXPx6LvaU3sum0WpnOTtIiJoeAGLdU8dad9krBGgxY/s320/1a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>At just over 300 residents there is not much to the community. There is a Post Office (here at the park), a Fire Station, a restaurant (Martha's Kitchen, mainly Mexican Food but without the Hispanic Decor...got a to-go order last night, and the food was just fine, especially for a small community like this), and one of the big attractions, the <a href="https://twentymilehouse.com/" target="_blank">Twenty Mile House</a>.</p><p>It is hard not to focus on the Twenty Mile House since this is the whole reason for the community to have an existence. It is conveniently located twenty miles from Beckwourth California to the east, and Quincy from the west. It was built in 1854 as a trading post for local gold
miners and a stopping place for teamsters on the Reno-Quincy stage run. It was moved closer to the Middle Fork of the Feather River, and was expanded to a two story hotel with ten rooms. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYFmifKvUNBSxoSI48dpvVai6dkm3F8Fkqmcs4lQXOjW22sNXFmNrsqkbDTgSIYI1lAxOBlNx8O9m35h_Xt65MeiCgaZsEjm8pS0d05JD1O46KphOzNuhP3lvXK-Dfo00-gSwcxHp3WOIMQqVrRYM4ZaHD_XvG2Rlgk05ghgIsBxAgz86EnFGTPsrCnuIC/s600/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="359" data-original-width="600" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYFmifKvUNBSxoSI48dpvVai6dkm3F8Fkqmcs4lQXOjW22sNXFmNrsqkbDTgSIYI1lAxOBlNx8O9m35h_Xt65MeiCgaZsEjm8pS0d05JD1O46KphOzNuhP3lvXK-Dfo00-gSwcxHp3WOIMQqVrRYM4ZaHD_XvG2Rlgk05ghgIsBxAgz86EnFGTPsrCnuIC/w524-h313/1c.jpg" width="524" /></a></div><p></p><p>Twenty Mile House soon went from just a stagecoach stop between
settlements, to the center of Cromberg, with a trading post, a hotel and
a school house. The stages that traveled this route changed their
horses at Twenty Mile House.
</p><p>In the 1880s, teamsters used eight or ten horses to pull
their stagecoaches and needed bells to warn on-coming travelers. The
stage drivers
were the most popular men of their day, jolly and talkative. Miners
lived along the river and would trade gold nuggets for grub or tobacco.
</p><p>At the time, Reno was the nearest train depot. Stage coaches hauled travelers from Reno to Quincy in three days, and the Twenty Mile House was the first stop headed east, or last stop headed west. </p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ0RQSfjvx4Tm7A4RuvIOWzIRpFQXdoVKanMHSmRV5IcNqGKxq8CwbI3wQm8l7x-CG3PfIvXQI4FK143cW6US5XfUENPyStWjn1dCkyiOfpYr0hSYVjltO_5t9V96ljrj4OVGJbsIpHA_fovjlQ_uBZSoEdBVh-cP1wlga0CHBKlqw5_z4w1G7cMelgLkH/s600/2a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="326" data-original-width="600" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ0RQSfjvx4Tm7A4RuvIOWzIRpFQXdoVKanMHSmRV5IcNqGKxq8CwbI3wQm8l7x-CG3PfIvXQI4FK143cW6US5XfUENPyStWjn1dCkyiOfpYr0hSYVjltO_5t9V96ljrj4OVGJbsIpHA_fovjlQ_uBZSoEdBVh-cP1wlga0CHBKlqw5_z4w1G7cMelgLkH/w510-h277/2a.jpg" width="510" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As I traveled what once was certainly the old stagecoach route<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>The Feather River Rail Route was built and operated by the Western Pacific Railroad, constructed between 1906 and 1909. It connected the cities of Oakland and Salt Lake City, built to compete with the Central Pacific Railroad. This brought the end of the stagecoach era in Cromberg, and the train did not stop in Cromberg from what I could tell. The town started to decay. In the picture above you can see the river to the left, and rail line in the upper right corner.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBCQT9FDVDSa7SWofrAIydlpRCDUMLIdbIEjn-PkrghH5r6eUmBHhkhDIB2Rj7fhitok8cEmxxq29P101UH-0srlDKaHWSE4nFNBHyrpss01JryQM10A3yctEm90MO1DasCGmQcyR3RFZtKTfX7kQZNgLiuouLHSzi5T7VpSG2r3xAzJ-uXAIgcqBvI8gH/s600/3a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="426" data-original-width="600" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBCQT9FDVDSa7SWofrAIydlpRCDUMLIdbIEjn-PkrghH5r6eUmBHhkhDIB2Rj7fhitok8cEmxxq29P101UH-0srlDKaHWSE4nFNBHyrpss01JryQM10A3yctEm90MO1DasCGmQcyR3RFZtKTfX7kQZNgLiuouLHSzi5T7VpSG2r3xAzJ-uXAIgcqBvI8gH/w513-h364/3a.jpg" width="513" /></a></div><p>Today the Twenty Mile House is a very nice Wedding Venue. The place entails 200 Acres, the Main House which includes rooms for wedding party, and a couple of other buildings to house the wedding party. Some grooms and brides stay at the place for a number days after the wedding...so it is a honeymoon retreat too!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvLmriN8HLao-AQwWmvz6KcwAFL9gSj3B9npDw3wqzmeH6O1nwNcT--crXdzeFVDuElt8kA9y1OblzkUmzzdMsDahjASvpcBnz3XI-sSxb-tR7wYb0EyRwA1QTX1XKgZTttOPsvcgB-SoPpKqJkmamUXtC1ZCZASxfaClv2mt3nLSS_e4-aFq5SIZTajg/s600/3b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvLmriN8HLao-AQwWmvz6KcwAFL9gSj3B9npDw3wqzmeH6O1nwNcT--crXdzeFVDuElt8kA9y1OblzkUmzzdMsDahjASvpcBnz3XI-sSxb-tR7wYb0EyRwA1QTX1XKgZTttOPsvcgB-SoPpKqJkmamUXtC1ZCZASxfaClv2mt3nLSS_e4-aFq5SIZTajg/w568-h426/3b.jpg" width="568" /></a></div><br /><p>There is a large outdoor 'chapel' for the wedding, or if one prefers, there are other areas to hold the ceremony too. A picture on their website shows a large lunch or dinner being serviced out on the lawn, with a brick patio for dancing, etc. It is definitely going to cost a pretty penny to hold a wedding here...but it will be a nice wedding. And the areas for having pictures taken of the bride and groom is unreal. Their website, <a href="https://twentymilehouse.com" target="_blank">Twenty Mile House</a>, has a wealth of information and pictures.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9rEb_bwItzz22hECTHRDpZBCXMCCwN9Wg3RqN5fDleNj4WfcTVgMEcVFJICF6hl1hGi08h0_4n7sjg2lwowKJzAyOXr70HyKdtn1udcWgtzalAvs1s7ubw4p95jvBFGXhToxiT_-2_Rqk2KcpDpmDt9AlVCfpg3E41erD3NYBwkZr7pLqOqAgFQJY8vIO/s600/4a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9rEb_bwItzz22hECTHRDpZBCXMCCwN9Wg3RqN5fDleNj4WfcTVgMEcVFJICF6hl1hGi08h0_4n7sjg2lwowKJzAyOXr70HyKdtn1udcWgtzalAvs1s7ubw4p95jvBFGXhToxiT_-2_Rqk2KcpDpmDt9AlVCfpg3E41erD3NYBwkZr7pLqOqAgFQJY8vIO/w185-h139/4a.jpg" width="185" /> <img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoiIkgWjQrjeo7U77du9mjdh6FN3zy-3PuNJAkBMnw2m8JHpKZLZLs_vHrU5243C-lozfyknecr5YE2NDE6-VM7CMqLzdg_wdug2emCYekbtXuFl6o_2kJzFIPYH3yt4yhLUVaZ7GY9CEDAp0D710aYerfkstXTp9yRfLkETobmgZnoi8xYXO5oBc-8x5/w182-h137/4b.jpg" width="182" /></a></div> <p></p><p>Another wedding venu nearby is <a href="https://thekinshipranch.com" target="_blank">the Kinship Ranch</a>. Although nice, it is not as elegant as Twenty Mile House. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFcpdkg5WLc7IPvpd4OHYt_OhpK83IwKv8o_fK9VP3TauzugsvTXGY9ETPja3ILsxCOPAqdjPmGvN0_sz9v2OPpAdxn-GAR5euMzhtDP7wHJKbopDKczLmFB5TnLaY9VugbPxSDS6izsh8M-zkHo_Fhom-sqQNewgjvKAExQSjNC7m4NzxxXJy-7eDChf/s600/5a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="313" data-original-width="600" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFcpdkg5WLc7IPvpd4OHYt_OhpK83IwKv8o_fK9VP3TauzugsvTXGY9ETPja3ILsxCOPAqdjPmGvN0_sz9v2OPpAdxn-GAR5euMzhtDP7wHJKbopDKczLmFB5TnLaY9VugbPxSDS6izsh8M-zkHo_Fhom-sqQNewgjvKAExQSjNC7m4NzxxXJy-7eDChf/w539-h281/5a.jpg" width="539" /></a> <br /></div><p></p><p>Twenty miles in any direction (Highway 70 goes east to west, west to east ... but other connecting highways can take you north or south) are about a dozen RV Parks, and numerous National Forest Campground. There are places to hike, river access for Kayaks, etc., and numerous areas where gold was being mined. </p><p>For us...it is the peace a solitude of the place, and the cooler weather. Yes, we run the A/C, but for 4 - 5 hours. It is cold enough at night that we don't keep the windows open, and we run our oil filled radiator style heater for a couple of hours each morning. Indy is now up to seeing a dozen or so dogs, some of whom walk by taking their owners for a walk.<br /></p><p>Had a brief talk with Cathy, park owner, today and asked about the trees. Yes, there are Redwoods on the property, more over by the Twenty Mile House. The trees just outside our motorhome are the <span>California incense cedar trees. Behind the owners house, which is just across the dirt road from us, there are Redwoods, and the two trees do look a bit alike. One thing I noticed was the lack of 'redwood smell' that redwoods put out. The Sequoias don't have the fragrance that the Coastal Redwoods do, but they still put out a distinctive fragrance. <br /></span></p><p><br /></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com6Golden Coach RV Park, 59704 CA-70, Cromberg, CA 96103, USA39.8607661 -120.690816611.550532263821154 -155.8470666 68.170999936178845 -85.5345666tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-86289150822441013432023-07-29T02:23:00.002-04:002023-07-29T14:01:18.720-04:00Golden Coach RV Park & Campground <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhef3hFltjYGb0VGHsbX1zfsdN_aPiQMdgVfZWzcGonqJuL5VJ5RgIXCmIwUfNFYfuMrSegzaBJZzkvoWl0cDNkfshE7u7gYrjdZeoT3XQDjxEudDflif-pYP6GFhKpTa_Q1SFfVYOzWP4eUFaPSG4SrjqzE0n1oPSorKjNjZICrwSFOqqiZMEBmhfLTieG/s600/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhef3hFltjYGb0VGHsbX1zfsdN_aPiQMdgVfZWzcGonqJuL5VJ5RgIXCmIwUfNFYfuMrSegzaBJZzkvoWl0cDNkfshE7u7gYrjdZeoT3XQDjxEudDflif-pYP6GFhKpTa_Q1SFfVYOzWP4eUFaPSG4SrjqzE0n1oPSorKjNjZICrwSFOqqiZMEBmhfLTieG/s320/1a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>It looks like we were very lucky to find this RV Park in Cromberg, California. The park has about 60 sites, and most all are currently full. Many of the campers are either long-time seasonal or full-time users. (Had a guy walk by with his dog and he said he lived here full-time. However, the reservation website says the park is open from May 1st through October 31st)</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQeG-aipVXNeXdg4I6YaveE6bp5csUiBsIr_Qgzz_czns6Go70WvQ4GFvL2OJDQrF6w1v-8Rpv3je1r1YtYVrAVeBvYKTGi2krrcxwp7_xL8Nj8t2RMIqF4PUM9nrWIRFm2RxxpN9ybnSXxeSq6JWMekMLH9tq3wftIiWMJ2XmjC_H3FpHg7UVCa8JoXD2/s600/1b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQeG-aipVXNeXdg4I6YaveE6bp5csUiBsIr_Qgzz_czns6Go70WvQ4GFvL2OJDQrF6w1v-8Rpv3je1r1YtYVrAVeBvYKTGi2krrcxwp7_xL8Nj8t2RMIqF4PUM9nrWIRFm2RxxpN9ybnSXxeSq6JWMekMLH9tq3wftIiWMJ2XmjC_H3FpHg7UVCa8JoXD2/w447-h335/1b.jpg" width="447" /></a></div><br />Outside our front door is this view, which is where the owners Cathy and Mark live, and they store the equipment used to keep the park in shape. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPIYUrGrn1gEwbQ01Ju5At7j1_xSpSWM8gwy_yPQFQ65iVO1LC0p3TCLDKmp6DzQYpbMUquL-VhRKtb0yTFWLrftSZZeUds0pkH_A1GPiIhI3WSCQ3poCgwP4RNEBOPc4bUGdmN217f4DnvG_QIqG8PR8yr4XNAC-XvtMwuFawZjs4Gl7npGieuBEo4rdk/s600/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPIYUrGrn1gEwbQ01Ju5At7j1_xSpSWM8gwy_yPQFQ65iVO1LC0p3TCLDKmp6DzQYpbMUquL-VhRKtb0yTFWLrftSZZeUds0pkH_A1GPiIhI3WSCQ3poCgwP4RNEBOPc4bUGdmN217f4DnvG_QIqG8PR8yr4XNAC-XvtMwuFawZjs4Gl7npGieuBEo4rdk/w439-h329/1c.jpg" width="439" /></a></div><p>Behind us is one trailer, and they have a doggie fence out their door. This evening they were entertaining another couple, and there were two dogs, a rather large dog and a dog Indy's size. Perhaps she might have a doggie friend while we are here. As we sat out a couple of times today in the partial shade of the trees, mid-80's temps, we saw about eight or nine dogs. No grass here, but there is a patch of grass on the other end of the park.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN2HqbIf6X22Ox36-ON3ytHkhP8RoruGIASMXwP-Pv7_jl_OSEvyP1OLjAjGY2TVuSdVvVOi2nDzoXlC-ZU7c1g_b15mmqXl6_36rLMThdaNtYgnkWAQwA04z_s86X9BKUu0gS85m79CaSM3ixSorvJpqKzkoeIuUcQSXMpp_Ef6DI0Ub_O3AEetoDOAIY/s600/1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN2HqbIf6X22Ox36-ON3ytHkhP8RoruGIASMXwP-Pv7_jl_OSEvyP1OLjAjGY2TVuSdVvVOi2nDzoXlC-ZU7c1g_b15mmqXl6_36rLMThdaNtYgnkWAQwA04z_s86X9BKUu0gS85m79CaSM3ixSorvJpqKzkoeIuUcQSXMpp_Ef6DI0Ub_O3AEetoDOAIY/w488-h366/1d.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><p>Here is another view of the driver's side of the motorhome. You can see we don't have a campsite next to us, it is a bunch of tables and large fire pit. We will have to see if it is used on the weekends while we are here.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg76uc15ynkXjCGNOC2G3_lt1GGKKWmRQZ08bWRd40OqulSmhftk3QwzJOyMtAKiXqhcv9LRE64LD1ZX17Oo-LxSRcBKDZnmRvX9HZPY41vCDm5koUPDG1AIGntz9SARwen2Ci8AXgKjqbw8a6zFwFELe2Ebdcl_Zh8Ynv4ZowCX0raNfUMprRDrEfg9Cz/s600/1e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg76uc15ynkXjCGNOC2G3_lt1GGKKWmRQZ08bWRd40OqulSmhftk3QwzJOyMtAKiXqhcv9LRE64LD1ZX17Oo-LxSRcBKDZnmRvX9HZPY41vCDm5koUPDG1AIGntz9SARwen2Ci8AXgKjqbw8a6zFwFELe2Ebdcl_Zh8Ynv4ZowCX0raNfUMprRDrEfg9Cz/w565-h424/1e.jpg" width="565" /></a></div><p>The biggest surprise were the Redwood Trees <span aria-level="1" class="yKMVIe" role="heading">interspersed among the Fir and Pine trees. We happen to have many Redwood Trees right at our campsite!</span></p><p><span aria-level="1" class="yKMVIe" role="heading">The Park has a small store, showers, laundry, and an official US Post Office. I will give more information about the area in my next blog. </span></p><p><span aria-level="1" class="yKMVIe" role="heading">We are here through Labor Day, we may extend a week or so, time will tell. The cost, about $20 per night for the monthly rate, full hookups, just can't be beat. And the weather is so much milder than down in the Sacramento Valley. I think we are really going to enjoy our stay here. <br /></span></p><p><br /></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com8Golden Coach RV Park, 59704 CA-70, Cromberg, CA 96103, USA39.8607661 -120.690816611.550532263821154 -155.8470666 68.170999936178845 -85.5345666tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-19309389541830180922023-07-25T21:43:00.002-04:002023-07-25T21:43:26.066-04:00Finally Camping After a 1st Birthday & Mom in Hospital<p>We made it up to Truckee yesterday...here for four days (on our second day right now), and then headed to Golden Coach RV Resort in Cromberg, 15 miles outside of Quincy. More on the camping later...first...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUrJUZUeOuyQlELyzaDzqhYn2Wwa1ecq4AQkgtMiZiywRBkTQZPRXLEVfKGuanRzR2bDo3Bb8xRrImybY-3ev7oqB7bswUS-U7C_6lfJRn5llSggRsOcOW-3kzTOrUUUSlFkNkbD6C6am3YfcTqxNp29DAvIND4ULM8ACvpkfLDGVQJVpb0u-O07tDfXVv/s800/Addie's%20first.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUrJUZUeOuyQlELyzaDzqhYn2Wwa1ecq4AQkgtMiZiywRBkTQZPRXLEVfKGuanRzR2bDo3Bb8xRrImybY-3ev7oqB7bswUS-U7C_6lfJRn5llSggRsOcOW-3kzTOrUUUSlFkNkbD6C6am3YfcTqxNp29DAvIND4ULM8ACvpkfLDGVQJVpb0u-O07tDfXVv/s320/Addie's%20first.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p>Addie had her first birthday in mid-July. Mom, who had been fighting another UTI attended it and had a very good time. Also there was Marcia, Michael & Anna (parents of baby), Shelley (my first wife and mother of my children), and my daughter Stephanie, who had a birthday just a couple days later. I have many pictures of the day, but the parents are very 'shy' about letting close-up pictures out on the Internet due to hackers who use such photos to do nasty dirty things to them. We all had a great time, and watching her eat her first watermelon, which was in place of a birthday cake (sugar is not yet one of the foods she has had yet...once you go down that path there is no end to it, says my son.) She finally held it, took a bite, then made Michael take a bite of his...they have these games they play. Looking at pictures of her dad at year one, Addie is a spitting image of him. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2D2KkKWG0uMISXthvnkUA8xHqeJmQbOWiS1vMZ1IDDOR5EquvGZRFatuTLzocNSVbJqomjKUsUIc-oTRFa4RJD-Yq7gu8mq7oYWNMBuTDgDVJRwFAtOr8oHjdcgA1FJo1yl1UNgoGKZZACDErt82ByYwDA_ZlFSk0MQ9K30AkiAMn6mF3yJL5HeoiL7qT/s800/Mom%20Hospital.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2D2KkKWG0uMISXthvnkUA8xHqeJmQbOWiS1vMZ1IDDOR5EquvGZRFatuTLzocNSVbJqomjKUsUIc-oTRFa4RJD-Yq7gu8mq7oYWNMBuTDgDVJRwFAtOr8oHjdcgA1FJo1yl1UNgoGKZZACDErt82ByYwDA_ZlFSk0MQ9K30AkiAMn6mF3yJL5HeoiL7qT/s320/Mom%20Hospital.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p>The very next morning the Assisted Living Home could not get mom out of bed, or even very alert. They called an ambulance which took her to Sutter Hospital. Test after test, looking for signs of stroke, heart, cancer...it all came down to her having a UTI. Click on this Google Search "<a href="https://www.google.com/search?channel=fen&client=firefox-b-1-d&q=UTI+Delerium" target="_blank">UTI Delirium</a>" and you can see how a UTI can make an elderly person very 'out-of-it', to say the least. They put her on a IV drip for antibiotic and when the culture came back that it was a <span class="ILfuVd" lang="en"><span class="hgKElc">E. coli variety of a UTI. A person's body contains E. coli bacteria that normally live in the intestines of healthy people ... most types of E. coli are harmless. When they get into the urinary tract, well that can hurt anyone, and can kill an elderly person. Five or six days later and she went back to the group home. Seems each UTI puts a dent into her memory, so her dementia is getting worse with each one, and with each month that passes by. She is 93, pretty much the last of her generation.<br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU7tZCgDpvpjj2rBP2AqoDzdS1u6HPgri_rFDGwZ7OfWwQRF4PA7lbOaSJVXCLefX0Djx4PQKS8IbwYNFASv_yeTKg5zesMa_NH_HNOy5833NAAiG9GY53g4pvsMlScnC3MYOYw2vHd6NYT_l6luJNZSO9RRPpYDUJDHsyWQkZOuXc3syN-Kw2FppZ3Fcl/s600/1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU7tZCgDpvpjj2rBP2AqoDzdS1u6HPgri_rFDGwZ7OfWwQRF4PA7lbOaSJVXCLefX0Djx4PQKS8IbwYNFASv_yeTKg5zesMa_NH_HNOy5833NAAiG9GY53g4pvsMlScnC3MYOYw2vHd6NYT_l6luJNZSO9RRPpYDUJDHsyWQkZOuXc3syN-Kw2FppZ3Fcl/s320/1a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>So, here we are up at Granite Flat, one of our favorite campgrounds close to Sacramento. Good Verizon for the aircard (only two bars, but we are seeing speeds in the 10-20 Mbps range, good enough for our needs.) We liked it better when it was all 'first come first serve', but that changed a few years ago. First about 2/3rds of the park was by reservation...now all of it is. However, 'if' you come in on lets say a Monday, and find a spot which has no reservation until Friday, you can pay for two nights, then go online and pay for the later two nights...which is what we did. $11 a night with the America the Beautiful Lifetime Senior Pass. We are closer to the highway 89, but the noise never seems to bother us much, especially at night when there is very little traffic.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnNm4ykbKhZXHd1PPDgBngwDBY_RiXzBn182CNIaC_jZBA8xB4wK5F63nLEA1pfspjReslVhPmzvdFUSegjyS2om5_Ttu1QjUlJWQKT5OaZpccEBNwKEvgeukpj2NYisNfIMihHFdbeCR28i4OdAJ_T2grVtFx31FO4JFFhBq5m2gWea1SpanOauX11Kq/s600/1b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnNm4ykbKhZXHd1PPDgBngwDBY_RiXzBn182CNIaC_jZBA8xB4wK5F63nLEA1pfspjReslVhPmzvdFUSegjyS2om5_Ttu1QjUlJWQKT5OaZpccEBNwKEvgeukpj2NYisNfIMihHFdbeCR28i4OdAJ_T2grVtFx31FO4JFFhBq5m2gWea1SpanOauX11Kq/s320/1b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>One of the things we wanted to do was to get away from the Valley heat. It is 84 here near Truckee, it is 97 in Citrus Heights. Our low tonight will be around 46, Citrus Heights will be around 65. Since we have been out this year, the weather could not have been better for the month of June...then July came and Citrus Heights hit a high of 109 and 105 or over about 4 other times. A few nights got down to the low to mid 70's, and we had to sleep with the A/C going all night. One thing about RVing, the AC is very loud and it can be hard to get a good nights sleep with it circulating on and off all night. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS3bSrM_vchMoJq2HgBemcHTfHSFP2oKMOtzk6JZgml3tiIzDGjkw6_Uq4tHWAgjRPKOUiT8znbwOHmCMJmQ272Rz4Pm4E8cGHyRKBqZYVwbDvRobgD9L_HaMdMyeHSWetaww0QvLltbZnUIL0UjUflG6or7m9iDsUCc-MMh8aLfB2U7pwc-qIMdivQ7TK/s800/Map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS3bSrM_vchMoJq2HgBemcHTfHSFP2oKMOtzk6JZgml3tiIzDGjkw6_Uq4tHWAgjRPKOUiT8znbwOHmCMJmQ272Rz4Pm4E8cGHyRKBqZYVwbDvRobgD9L_HaMdMyeHSWetaww0QvLltbZnUIL0UjUflG6or7m9iDsUCc-MMh8aLfB2U7pwc-qIMdivQ7TK/w556-h240/Map.jpg" width="556" /></a></div><p>A few times in the past we spent a bit of our summer in Quincy at Pioneer Park. They were full for the number of weeks we wanted to stay. But Golden Coach RV Park, just 15 miles to the east in Cromberg, is about 800 feet higher than elevation than Quincy and 1,200 feet lower than Truckee. So Cromberg will be a bit cooler than Quincy, a bit hotter than Truckee, but way cooler than the Sacramento Valley. And they have a monthly price of $625, and she (the owner) prorated the rest of our stay through Labor Day at the same rate, just under $20 per night for our stay. And it is full service, which means electricity, water, sewer, along with showers and pay to use laundry. "IF" we need to run our A/C, it won't be needed at night because the lows will be around 50 degrees. And as Verizon goes, the owner said they put a new tower right across the street from! Verizon is great, AT&T is not...so we will be in Internet fast zone for sure!<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBvJt5R1N44429IwRVuzpkpU9x6gD_0QVvQXM8IMMcoUTG5_QYReKCyQUXVCtNy1mtCB3SdWZU32lj28YzepMWIqBarfeZXAKuXXgBk4Ady0hKLBPJO8BPg8Xfy7HAfO9fpIXWi697SGxln0xTi2PeVd7g7_cATs51LtZzP2R6Qw7kZ-65QXojBwXoKYa/s800/Huntley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="298" data-original-width="800" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBvJt5R1N44429IwRVuzpkpU9x6gD_0QVvQXM8IMMcoUTG5_QYReKCyQUXVCtNy1mtCB3SdWZU32lj28YzepMWIqBarfeZXAKuXXgBk4Ady0hKLBPJO8BPg8Xfy7HAfO9fpIXWi697SGxln0xTi2PeVd7g7_cATs51LtZzP2R6Qw7kZ-65QXojBwXoKYa/w674-h251/Huntley.jpg" width="674" /></a></div><p>Our original goal was to go up to Southwest Oregon to spend 6 weeks or so at Huntley Park. The same day mom went into the hospital, a fire started just outside Agnes and this fire has grown to over 22,000 acres and is only 3% contained. The fire is now 5 miles from Huntley Park, but we axed the idea of going there when it was 14 miles away and only 4,000 acres. So plan "B" is what we are doing, and we feel we are going to like Golden Coach RV Park as we did Pioneer Park in Quincy.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2iF2wuS4q9EeapTeoRY9qxs2MdGRtC3VHOOjGPLZHrvSjRbbFPVnitySW3hNpV0b2D7QXpB6c29hHOVGP6UuNCSwcJPQxW2DeQUYr0IcMlxd7aCiwArQMu00rBvVbAEXMa1psLaOODVbnez-x8GYE-FJ5ebrC4-PAYZN-3emrrv9g1c3gup38Y9XgrI2M/s541/Addie's%20Books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="541" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2iF2wuS4q9EeapTeoRY9qxs2MdGRtC3VHOOjGPLZHrvSjRbbFPVnitySW3hNpV0b2D7QXpB6c29hHOVGP6UuNCSwcJPQxW2DeQUYr0IcMlxd7aCiwArQMu00rBvVbAEXMa1psLaOODVbnez-x8GYE-FJ5ebrC4-PAYZN-3emrrv9g1c3gup38Y9XgrI2M/s320/Addie's%20Books.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><p>Could not resist few more picture of Addie...she is opening up her first book delivery of her book subscription that her proud grandpa (me) and Marcia provided for her birthday, along with a kid friendly book case, one in which she can sit on as she gets older, for these and other books she will get.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7yHr_5tRIp5cmapr1FrYOpymLJo6c_EEcYdiJw3QvoWYXnZ0qp95uVOaxcegHPqHzNk4dnFmeU_WMLngMS_pQ8bILKQd62X6HoyP1OynoNx3Le381FmcJrOm14GSwUgCXGh2Cr9iQHiwCiB3IQ078pnd170ff8CIiM2cKnyIseVKGxaLiQslsulAeY6K/s600/a1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7yHr_5tRIp5cmapr1FrYOpymLJo6c_EEcYdiJw3QvoWYXnZ0qp95uVOaxcegHPqHzNk4dnFmeU_WMLngMS_pQ8bILKQd62X6HoyP1OynoNx3Le381FmcJrOm14GSwUgCXGh2Cr9iQHiwCiB3IQ078pnd170ff8CIiM2cKnyIseVKGxaLiQslsulAeY6K/w405-h304/a1.jpg" width="405" /></a></div><p></p><p>Grandma Shelley and Great Grandma Dorothy.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5v7oJkjjReSi_gqK1293Z8te2aizCazn-sJqgpwdx22PKG3EvRw-mmxZnP_HuN01PuAWRz2DsfJtTOLGLjW4lK7K4gN5GLNhOcmmv0_ayb8bokGwhhQIihvnVoOcXedUJo7TlIVLD-eal2wz6D3YzXGpax3Ey_fa1uZO0vlKsCmINwwaPFalTeL7g2rZH/s600/a2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5v7oJkjjReSi_gqK1293Z8te2aizCazn-sJqgpwdx22PKG3EvRw-mmxZnP_HuN01PuAWRz2DsfJtTOLGLjW4lK7K4gN5GLNhOcmmv0_ayb8bokGwhhQIihvnVoOcXedUJo7TlIVLD-eal2wz6D3YzXGpax3Ey_fa1uZO0vlKsCmINwwaPFalTeL7g2rZH/w420-h315/a2.jpg" width="420" /></a></div><p>Very proud Aunty Stephanie. (Addie is looking at a book that was already in her collection. The girl loves books, she is going to go a long way, such a smart child.)<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjTNfNCjmQXhAX8YmdAV51lEk8rEadm00zhDIkgBt1ZzOd90Olnq_MfKPy3rrH4favYxW7oc424p3LTCZh1rRBC_0-uLXy9BZoMj9hoHsjH3TZV9BL1_urtLFp_9LzLSWrvlrg1ylCKMCj96_VpsOeSRwKCP0YmKopEJbKnxM0uNYxVNsiiCZLWJtRSPP5/s768/1c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="600" height="429" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjTNfNCjmQXhAX8YmdAV51lEk8rEadm00zhDIkgBt1ZzOd90Olnq_MfKPy3rrH4favYxW7oc424p3LTCZh1rRBC_0-uLXy9BZoMj9hoHsjH3TZV9BL1_urtLFp_9LzLSWrvlrg1ylCKMCj96_VpsOeSRwKCP0YmKopEJbKnxM0uNYxVNsiiCZLWJtRSPP5/w335-h429/1c.jpg" width="335" /></a></div><p>And this girl here celebrated her third anniversary being adopted into our home on July 4th. She loves to growl at all the people that she hears and sees passing by our campsite..but so far, no barking. She is a good little girl for sure.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com6Granite Flat Campground, 8898-8904 River Rd, Truckee, CA 96161, USA39.3028968 -120.205126710.992662963821154 -155.3613767 67.613130636178852 -85.0488767tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-18897450733493877562023-07-04T14:46:00.001-04:002023-07-04T14:46:49.247-04:00Indy -- Three Years Later <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTVCS61emNH7UyXlxjYV-vz_uFF5JUyxkAC6OR5f9HstmMxx0YrbraHVnauPbj9b8vL3i712bO07AsJn6ES0DhMRwziriF7WBJKTR9PdeUUloutd1pVonzJW6mMBHwWiLIBiTbYDiUbI4/s550/Indy1d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="442" data-original-width="550" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTVCS61emNH7UyXlxjYV-vz_uFF5JUyxkAC6OR5f9HstmMxx0YrbraHVnauPbj9b8vL3i712bO07AsJn6ES0DhMRwziriF7WBJKTR9PdeUUloutd1pVonzJW6mMBHwWiLIBiTbYDiUbI4/w423-h340/Indy1d.jpg" width="423" /></a></div><p>We got Indy kinda by luck. Sister Sandy had seen this dog on Nextdoor around 10 am on July 4th. Showed picture to me, and we showed picture to Marcia, and the order was given...."Go Get Her, I (we) Want That Dog!"</p><p>Look at what now I see as fear in her eyes. Confused, she walked around the backyard with her tail under butt for the first 36-48 hours. The 4th of July noise did not seem to phase her...probably because she was so very scared already.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJz4TO39h-iAvvTtB4OshqyqjbggyrwWpUprmqiqPgHTlji_kTx-A4IufoouIdzfgEKI4JYJVX8pXYcSnAC0-SCM-dPatN_U9notu3n7tyLh7M16LhJT-TyQ-gIJJ3Sb-_rJi5K1Yy637T/s550/1d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="492" data-original-width="550" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJz4TO39h-iAvvTtB4OshqyqjbggyrwWpUprmqiqPgHTlji_kTx-A4IufoouIdzfgEKI4JYJVX8pXYcSnAC0-SCM-dPatN_U9notu3n7tyLh7M16LhJT-TyQ-gIJJ3Sb-_rJi5K1Yy637T/w393-h351/1d.jpg" width="393" /></a></div><p>She started to calm down, and by the night of the 5th she got a good night sleep...she bonded with me first, and her tail started to stand up in the air, an occasional wag of her tail, and her morning and afternoon treats from Arny and Sandy began. She started to growl when I held her at anyone who came toward us...she still does this to this day for people she does not know, and sometimes for those who she does know.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw3gcKgGi1eQkJNrKbKRCLC8szG0iLEEA3tSLRNrS41JfvTTdibP3awSlOR7VsfF84tvP0au1NZLr5HiyoFB5tVMAt_n7o9QDpeuKu8eQHWUFFzX3vB9r8y_XEOMXUn23PzdKz6iB5G5ve/s585/3a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="585" data-original-width="550" height="441" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw3gcKgGi1eQkJNrKbKRCLC8szG0iLEEA3tSLRNrS41JfvTTdibP3awSlOR7VsfF84tvP0au1NZLr5HiyoFB5tVMAt_n7o9QDpeuKu8eQHWUFFzX3vB9r8y_XEOMXUn23PzdKz6iB5G5ve/w415-h441/3a.jpg" width="415" /></a></div><p>Another thing that helped her was that Bubba was still with us for her first 3 months or so. Look at the difference in her looks after being groomed, and having been with us for 2 weeks! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgvUbpj8bIgM8Ty8S8lYaT4dpfXsUWTDoo8NZ9ds-T4B1hBSzDqYh-4nDY6-85egscFtNEDL7qMNQKkCzZ6zl0nNtROAaKyKXGen26bJg5KCDGADe9QOoAC98x7Vh8zorP6xhCSyugW0LG/s468/1c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="298" data-original-width="468" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgvUbpj8bIgM8Ty8S8lYaT4dpfXsUWTDoo8NZ9ds-T4B1hBSzDqYh-4nDY6-85egscFtNEDL7qMNQKkCzZ6zl0nNtROAaKyKXGen26bJg5KCDGADe9QOoAC98x7Vh8zorP6xhCSyugW0LG/w446-h284/1c.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><p>And our travels began... Now she is our only dog, bonded with both Marcia and I extremely well, and has a special bond with Sandy and Arny and other relatives. She LOVES her cousin Parker, her special boy dog friend Jack who lives next to Sandy and Arny, and just about any other dog she comes across. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTyuvE24YnNjgpxla1Ay-juBxnhS4vX7kXzhjl5hCSNqF75h-svsXBMlm75KjZi4X44DODrF_-EVgbArWw5yBYCk4IGYQPWHK597WDjpyFLgoywghLTdBl7TpV4CA7tRitDD11V8QUFKQj24TKUauO_Z-0AlUSpUrLPmONfGDrp40LdZHtBs4BBqrNySu/s650/Indy%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="535" data-original-width="650" height="402" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXTyuvE24YnNjgpxla1Ay-juBxnhS4vX7kXzhjl5hCSNqF75h-svsXBMlm75KjZi4X44DODrF_-EVgbArWw5yBYCk4IGYQPWHK597WDjpyFLgoywghLTdBl7TpV4CA7tRitDD11V8QUFKQj24TKUauO_Z-0AlUSpUrLPmONfGDrp40LdZHtBs4BBqrNySu/w489-h402/Indy%201.jpg" width="489" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyaP-Ea6g2n0yQw2f0OHU_16sq3t8yQPV16hGznBPvbuMqD-hn7IBMDHuZz83knW8NSvnN_Ff4SUyZehWbZQbSIVnudCuufHOp0WMEHiiAkkDIMGv4x29D-2zI7Jc2uiyeS7bJgYIP1CfW2sqEU9eKjN24I9KOyeSsBFlvzsqzQAfEV19CIm0uXRRboYJN/s650/Indy%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="650" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyaP-Ea6g2n0yQw2f0OHU_16sq3t8yQPV16hGznBPvbuMqD-hn7IBMDHuZz83knW8NSvnN_Ff4SUyZehWbZQbSIVnudCuufHOp0WMEHiiAkkDIMGv4x29D-2zI7Jc2uiyeS7bJgYIP1CfW2sqEU9eKjN24I9KOyeSsBFlvzsqzQAfEV19CIm0uXRRboYJN/w488-h285/Indy%202.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><p>Above are a couple of more recent pictures of Indy. She is such an important part of our lives. </p><p>So tonight there will be a HUGE celebration in honor of our country ... and to us, in honor of our little Indy. And how will Indy handle it? </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM-dOd8TjylX-ZjmZWKaDtlvZ2k0RfnP1iITkblkO3aZqygx_cdgZqG-W9ecF62b55j_3j8sDh7jlipAwT2XCmP1LtRZ_yAZiv7Ei3DHQlKotM1si0Pd7IZfmg9i5IVkI0IH8P2N13F2YDxZP5q4M9r5kIztRL7hNg-ygKBZC9IIOieqvGISaP4Mqtj5mE/s1503/ThunderWunder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1503" data-original-width="925" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM-dOd8TjylX-ZjmZWKaDtlvZ2k0RfnP1iITkblkO3aZqygx_cdgZqG-W9ecF62b55j_3j8sDh7jlipAwT2XCmP1LtRZ_yAZiv7Ei3DHQlKotM1si0Pd7IZfmg9i5IVkI0IH8P2N13F2YDxZP5q4M9r5kIztRL7hNg-ygKBZC9IIOieqvGISaP4Mqtj5mE/s320/ThunderWunder.jpg" width="197" /></a></div><p>She will be higher than a kite! She is a VERY sensitive dog when it comes to loud bangs, and other loud noises. This is the first year we are trying ThunderWunder for the 4th, but we initially tried it out this past New Years Eve. I gave her one at 10 am, will give another around 7 pm, and another around 10 pm...maybe 11 pm. We hold her, wrap her in our blankets, but the next large BANG brings her back to being a terrorized dog. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy3kYWVvL9upBlBJi_cqJDzqKW8QrzOZhxRINtqmpZqkXgG6dSPN2FbwU23ywfpxSwfX1spnZCugSlVvpTM1K8nZsTuuh44GfChrQjxk9HZ-ZBZUnaOoAOr-ry0WPEHfKbs0Kx-Bj5g11--3e_l8kHkLGN1F9dp70KzvRN5ykuEw-Q7vebMxfuc7Bmg7na/s600/4th%20of%20July.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="600" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy3kYWVvL9upBlBJi_cqJDzqKW8QrzOZhxRINtqmpZqkXgG6dSPN2FbwU23ywfpxSwfX1spnZCugSlVvpTM1K8nZsTuuh44GfChrQjxk9HZ-ZBZUnaOoAOr-ry0WPEHfKbs0Kx-Bj5g11--3e_l8kHkLGN1F9dp70KzvRN5ykuEw-Q7vebMxfuc7Bmg7na/w519-h260/4th%20of%20July.jpg" width="519" /></a></div><br /><p>Hope YOU ALL enjoy your 4th of July.</p><p><br /></p><p>Note: Mom is doing well at the "Home". We feel so much better knowing that she is getting good care, she is still close to Sandy and Patti, and her overall mental attitude is so much better. She is getting up for breakfast each day since she has been there except for one. She came over to Sandy and Arny's house last Sunday for a Lamb dinner. And she is looking forward to being at baby Addie's first birthday party.<br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com4Dwight D. Eisenhower Hwy, Citrus Heights, CA 95621, USA38.7075156 -121.309208438.700817725955417 -121.31779146884766 38.714213474044584 -121.30062533115235tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-82199942475416922612023-06-13T00:55:00.000-04:002023-06-13T00:55:04.426-04:00Mom Visits Great-Granddaughter <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOlU64J9PLFaHihd5nzrFu-lY9Ny93-au8G8OiRsfA7MiP-HWZ-inD_TSeRpTbCq_sVoU3kwY4IOr6PZIIemKbTGTxoA4BEWAmz-zppVRTJlpYwKD4ZJQ6Jge-YhT4YIIgnSxNuTPuAKA_0gE6lb6VQjUoTdig4bI-pjPKmPOkq7iQKXY8ALCbd0BEQ/s600/1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="600" height="437" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOlU64J9PLFaHihd5nzrFu-lY9Ny93-au8G8OiRsfA7MiP-HWZ-inD_TSeRpTbCq_sVoU3kwY4IOr6PZIIemKbTGTxoA4BEWAmz-zppVRTJlpYwKD4ZJQ6Jge-YhT4YIIgnSxNuTPuAKA_0gE6lb6VQjUoTdig4bI-pjPKmPOkq7iQKXY8ALCbd0BEQ/w442-h437/1a.jpg" width="442" /></a></div><p>With Mom pretty much settled into the Assisted Living Home now, I decided to see if we could get her down to see and hold her Great-Granddaughter Addie, Michael and Anna's daughter. Venturing out on a trip this long was something I wondered if Mom was going to able to handle...and she did. This is her first time to hold Addie. I have more shots which show how happy Addie and Mom were together, but we are really trying to keep closeup pictures of the child off the net. But above you can see the BIG SMILE Mom has on her face!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio8WRjd2jsx9cvgmaoT_d6L6EJ7roHrnRM4xHstoO83OBGSzyGh5dqjYEMvLxYx2jW7d83hj7DQ_2P9FBBsgafUA6O26rFAleGxXu1xkHIcMa8UE_LcbXbSWd9rJ6N7BHgJpPzGN_qJ6RcIb0vZ696QC9QwSzL_GJE56VT6l-8hdLSD111GJTfsrkZUQ/s600/1ab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio8WRjd2jsx9cvgmaoT_d6L6EJ7roHrnRM4xHstoO83OBGSzyGh5dqjYEMvLxYx2jW7d83hj7DQ_2P9FBBsgafUA6O26rFAleGxXu1xkHIcMa8UE_LcbXbSWd9rJ6N7BHgJpPzGN_qJ6RcIb0vZ696QC9QwSzL_GJE56VT6l-8hdLSD111GJTfsrkZUQ/w391-h293/1ab.jpg" width="391" /></a></div><p>Anna, who works from home, came outside where we met on a very nice, 76 degree afternoon. Michael held Addie the most...I was taking pictures so I did not hold her this time, but I had a nice visit about a month earlier. Anna sat for about a minute before Addie decided that she had enough of Daddy and wanted Mommy.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEillPnHoT80oAndItHS71uubBIU0dJysXdYpFGxFKeZ37I8K-Dhur9uEjALBHyd6OC3LlrXCnPuB6dmrVPjO7Fqg_oCV-7Fe5S7OlIkfAsiZLR1-rxwURoLdukW3btyq_gW5Nald4Dqeq_HV7FSaxbjBzuPkfH2qQuKyHSZCVk-Mutc8hAz8466Ax_F1Q/s600/1b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEillPnHoT80oAndItHS71uubBIU0dJysXdYpFGxFKeZ37I8K-Dhur9uEjALBHyd6OC3LlrXCnPuB6dmrVPjO7Fqg_oCV-7Fe5S7OlIkfAsiZLR1-rxwURoLdukW3btyq_gW5Nald4Dqeq_HV7FSaxbjBzuPkfH2qQuKyHSZCVk-Mutc8hAz8466Ax_F1Q/w396-h297/1b.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><p>With the hand off complete, we visited for another 5 minutes or so before it was feeding time and nap time for the sweet little girl. Five minutes later we were in the car headed for the Assisted Living Home again.</p><p>We (Marcia and I) arrived to get mom at 1:00, but she was not ready to travel until 20 minutes later. Traffic was fairly heavy on the way down so our 1:45 arrival time was more like 2:05. By 2:50 we were on our way back, arriving around 3:20. No need to ask Mom how she enjoyed the trip because she was smiling all the way.</p><p>Hoping to get her back down to see Michael, Anna and Adeline in early July, and perhaps a trip to see Aunt Florence, and a couple of meals out before we escape from the Valley Heat in mid-July. This has been the most mild June in the Sacramento area that I can remember...and so far nearly all Forest Fires have been held to under 100 acres, and only one over 150 acres, and it was down in Southern Cal.</p><p>Note: Mom is much happier at this new location, adapting to the home-style life very easily. They get her up around 8 am, and she is down for the night around 9 pm. Sometimes she takes a nap in the communal living/family room, sometimes she is awake the entire day. She is very much happier, and that is a huge plus. She has moments of confusion, as any 93 year old would typically have. As we headed back from Michael's she thought we were headed to the old place...but as we arrived at the home she remembered it right away.<br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com4Citrus Heights, CA, USA38.7076152 -121.309435338.70091735691129 -121.31801836884766 38.714313043088708 -121.30085223115235tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-10868210044653685492023-05-24T23:58:00.000-04:002023-05-24T23:58:33.778-04:00Mom is Moving to an Assisted Living HOME<p>Before I get into mom's new place to live, I want to share a breakfast she and I shared on Monday. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh27kffmAd4ntu3LCscOOQ6YQqOe9byvh1mZBd0ibHD5JX-VotUrFr9mSrj36IhmeCOed_WRLnnH55r9I_8Di7WoqUlu31C2GaeqdPoKdlz1Zr6vJgOQJFru2_LST_rf1daCPPbl08yZxw2sszPl-ObcBYhtkxXN9j-3uHMwwpfXeOEmfc4IlYV6K9rEA/s690/Cornerstone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="568" data-original-width="690" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh27kffmAd4ntu3LCscOOQ6YQqOe9byvh1mZBd0ibHD5JX-VotUrFr9mSrj36IhmeCOed_WRLnnH55r9I_8Di7WoqUlu31C2GaeqdPoKdlz1Zr6vJgOQJFru2_LST_rf1daCPPbl08yZxw2sszPl-ObcBYhtkxXN9j-3uHMwwpfXeOEmfc4IlYV6K9rEA/w385-h317/Cornerstone.jpg" width="385" /></a></div><p>For many years after they moved back to the Sacramento Area, Mom and Dad would eat at the Cornerstone Restaurant on San Juan Avenue near Greenback. Monday, Sandy and I wanted to show mom the new place we want to move her to, and we had an appointment at 1 pm to see it, and for them to see her...to be sure they knew how mobile she is or isn't. So I suggested to mom that we go to Cornerstone for a late breakfast, and she eagerly agreed. I arrived to her place at 9:30, and she was sitting up and just about ready to go. By 9:45 we were out the door. Above is a picture off the Internet of the interior of the restaurant. Off to the right out of the picture are 5 or 6 tables which will seat up to 7 or 8 people, depending how close everyone wants to sit. Those tables are the ones a group of us, like Mom, Dad, Sandy, Arny, Patti, Marcia and I, would use.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL3u0Plp5Kl_9U7ul0FTugx2o5lHx-GSJ0jGWXjvvqwLfqWMVTJxdkQqF6eyPAE-eBTdRu0m7o0NYlFpSxl-M4ZVUTdAjrCwAjlj5LxturGkdWkiZmJ1HCj_j0Re2zeuQ6wwQ_uuDeng9tDEnCmTdxmdN2SYiKuQNq2j3uGa4y0pbUTlzBliD6Ewobhw/s2592/KIMG1310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="1944" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL3u0Plp5Kl_9U7ul0FTugx2o5lHx-GSJ0jGWXjvvqwLfqWMVTJxdkQqF6eyPAE-eBTdRu0m7o0NYlFpSxl-M4ZVUTdAjrCwAjlj5LxturGkdWkiZmJ1HCj_j0Re2zeuQ6wwQ_uuDeng9tDEnCmTdxmdN2SYiKuQNq2j3uGa4y0pbUTlzBliD6Ewobhw/s320/KIMG1310.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p>Mom had not been to the Cornerstone Restaurant for a long time. She enjoyed looking around, seeing if she recognized any of the workers, and made a comment that "It looked like it had not changed...". Shortly after I took this picture, the waitress who was in charge came over and said, "Long time no see....How are you?" Mom lite up like a Christmas Tree. I let her know about dad passing, and asked about a few other staff that I remembered...none of them work there anymore. Mom asked about the cook(s) and the lady responded that the one mom was asking about still works there, but is off on Monday...and that the guy working on this day has been there for about 5 or 6 years now, which is why he looked familiar to mom.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUn5T-s4XJnxYaVrF16gBG3ohxG1sRRBDGAa535CzigQ-ecxVNCkLGoEYWIQo1o0DLCurfSsJG00FfGMHDQ7yGh9VOrzQlKyRYzbk7oKmyiMTuqPnY7yPNWPzCP0IZlWCJwm_BM54HNzGd76btfuhqu5evBlRjB8yBnA3c23es516uAdjx2DH4xj-hng/s2592/KIMG1311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="1944" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUn5T-s4XJnxYaVrF16gBG3ohxG1sRRBDGAa535CzigQ-ecxVNCkLGoEYWIQo1o0DLCurfSsJG00FfGMHDQ7yGh9VOrzQlKyRYzbk7oKmyiMTuqPnY7yPNWPzCP0IZlWCJwm_BM54HNzGd76btfuhqu5evBlRjB8yBnA3c23es516uAdjx2DH4xj-hng/w369-h492/KIMG1311.JPG" width="369" /></a></div><p>Mom ordered the Huevos Rancheros plate, I had a Veggie Omelet. Look at how BIG her plate was!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs55UANC4CDQylTIx0bpmDZREHBdTzliUyJIALq0W0k6tvM-BRV10Umcc0SYNgJef2b9eOxEju1jk6rPIDKo9s9ShwDjVVW9K3P2jMDcJJxxoCXpiN38kiTB7mpMK_SK9nYs4j4D1xQM7XfDspd57jG0LrXDcotVU5VM65Uu8GpsN60CGyAh-UIEslXg/s2592/KIMG1312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="1944" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs55UANC4CDQylTIx0bpmDZREHBdTzliUyJIALq0W0k6tvM-BRV10Umcc0SYNgJef2b9eOxEju1jk6rPIDKo9s9ShwDjVVW9K3P2jMDcJJxxoCXpiN38kiTB7mpMK_SK9nYs4j4D1xQM7XfDspd57jG0LrXDcotVU5VM65Uu8GpsN60CGyAh-UIEslXg/w369-h492/KIMG1312.JPG" width="369" /></a> <br /></div><p></p><p>Over an hour later, she finished just about everything but the potatoes, which I don't think she even touched. By noon we were over at Sandy's, and by 12:40 we were on our way to our 1 pm appointment.</p><p>A little history .... Mom and Dad moved to an Assisted Living Facility back in 2016. They first lived at the Brookdale Orangevale Assisted Living facility, now called Blossom Vale Senior Living. In the summer of 2019, they moved to The Terraces Assisted Living Facility in Roseville because it is closer to both Patti and to Sandy. Overall, we liked the Terraces better than Brookdale...we have no idea what it is like there now that it is Blossom Vale. Both of these facilities offered trips in their bus/van to area restaurants, and occasionally day trips up into the mountains or over to the Bay Area. <br /></p><p>After Dad passed, mom stayed in the same one bedroom apartment (for lack of a better term). She enjoyed going on outings, visiting with other residents, playing Bingo and partaking in other activities. This past September her last remaining sibling, Mary, had passed. This seemed to hit her, even though she said it didn't. Over the next few months she stayed in her apartment more and more. She hated it when they forced her to stay in her apartment during various Covid attacks these past three years ...by late March she seemed to hate going out. She caught Covid in February or early March, but recovered with little difficulty. However, that seemed to the straw that broke the camel's back.</p><p>Over the past two months I found that if we could get her out of bed for lunch, she would typically go down to dinner too. So I have been going over there once or twice just about every day, and she has been better. But the Assisted Living Facility staff just could not convince her to get out of bed like a family member could...but they charged us an extra $500 per month for trying, and typically failing, in that department. We all felt she was headed for a Nursing Home, which we know she would not like at all. Then Patti's renter (who works with older folks) told Patti about an Assisted Living Home which a CNA had told her about. Last week Sandy and Patti looked into not only that home, but five others. We all liked the first one they looked at, and that is where Sandy and I took Mom on Monday. Patti turned in a 30 day notice on Monday with a "earlier if possible" request to the Terraces. They have someone who wants a one bedroom NOW, so we are able to move Mom out this Saturday. The home has no more than six residents, with a minimum of two staff always on hand. There is another 'sister' home three houses down, and being in the very rural area of Antelope, the distance could easily fit eight to ten houses on both sides of the street if they were all pushed up next to each other. The two homes occasionally have activities, such as a BBQ, from time to time. The person in charge of the homes lives nearby, so we feel Mom will be safe and secure...and with more staff attention, we hope this will get her out of bed and active a bit more. On the downside, if you want to call it that, she will not have her 'own phone', but only because she does not want to learn how to use a cell phone...even one made for seniors. There will be no bus/van outings, but she has stopped those anyway. The food choices at each meal will be more limited, but she is not a picky eater. Depending upon how the cards are dealt from here on out, she may not end up in a Nursing Home situation because this home will work the resident the best they can, including through Hospice Care if needed.<br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com5Citrus Heights, CA 95621, USA38.7080653 -121.309102138.701367347592665 -121.31768516884766 38.714763252407337 -121.30051903115235tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-3300554548362290642023-05-14T00:45:00.000-04:002023-05-14T00:45:23.639-04:00Rattlesnake Gets My Middle Finger <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRW2yxQVUkuOG1vcNd5xsHmOGOWRpBQIEbfWG0XdtDd_roOaP5ypLg0JoMaxs5wSO8Qb3if6xSwlFRYojZmCTWRcW4Aq6g7SDj0cx3d4ZAzGEEcy2_-cAdVuOAu6BqljQPF5ir56e_d64An-h4g6QVBWrNe5d3dUDinUpskfQE4Vji_TQ0JktjuwcbQg/s446/Snake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="253" data-original-width="446" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRW2yxQVUkuOG1vcNd5xsHmOGOWRpBQIEbfWG0XdtDd_roOaP5ypLg0JoMaxs5wSO8Qb3if6xSwlFRYojZmCTWRcW4Aq6g7SDj0cx3d4ZAzGEEcy2_-cAdVuOAu6BqljQPF5ir56e_d64An-h4g6QVBWrNe5d3dUDinUpskfQE4Vji_TQ0JktjuwcbQg/w396-h225/Snake.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><p>Last Tuesday (9th) I found myself confronted with a small, young Rattlesnake which was threatening Indy. I rushed over, got her out of the way. Saw an opportunity to grab it, which I did just behind the head. Lifted it up and the little sucker turned his head and tried to bite me (should have had him closer to the back of the head). </p><p>I yell "NO! NO! NO!" and I toss the snake up against the stucco wall.</p><p>BAM! I feel the most excruciating pain rushing over my entire right fingers. I immediately WAKE UP, and cry out OUCH! Yes, it was a dream...I had just hit the Closet/Dresser which is on each side of the head of our queen bed. Marcia says, "Are you OK? I heard you yell out NO! NO! NO! and then you hit the side of the closet...." I told her about the snake...now known as the "Snake from HELL!"</p><p>I got up and went to my chair in our living area. I could not move any of my fingers on the right hand. I smothered my fingers with Aspercreme and just kept saying "OUCH, OUCH, OUCH!" We have no ice. I could have put an open bag of peas on it, but I did not want to clean up the peas from the floor when it broke open. I sat there for a few hours just rubbing my fingers, eventually moving them a bit at a time, and suffer like no man has ever suffered before! (well, a bit dramatic there, but at the time...)<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL5gsh_6ZG_FroYly82X-fcEOqv2GdY4tcinxlsEgi0T3pKp5H3L3IY2xJLGNxqJ5oyERRb02FyDVQKlLa_4ft2C-VwtMz_Rm-JDVAmjdeV5jLUoh6MbDlZVerDaNUxg54ic-rQbUHWcZ5XfXhtH3NZoOfN4Al8h1enjOVnycp6U953-YEVZgh8igZ0w/s2592/Bird1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="1944" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL5gsh_6ZG_FroYly82X-fcEOqv2GdY4tcinxlsEgi0T3pKp5H3L3IY2xJLGNxqJ5oyERRb02FyDVQKlLa_4ft2C-VwtMz_Rm-JDVAmjdeV5jLUoh6MbDlZVerDaNUxg54ic-rQbUHWcZ5XfXhtH3NZoOfN4Al8h1enjOVnycp6U953-YEVZgh8igZ0w/s320/Bird1.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGLVw83f4SOwTq70JJ8oaPr8zQni8kWxAPLiaTYqw_6Viewxds6JPymCoL9lRnl5iDbGbrDy-F2mal_Xb_vVAXWNNxeQVDqm9LQx6eTXa0gKqtzCRnS8qagnUeYxdWvQfRnJqIz-ULKrZ5tqXr_0ijFGGESCgfGZfNiSPCb06ciIf0mN2UjghSenSzw/s2592/Bird2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="1944" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGLVw83f4SOwTq70JJ8oaPr8zQni8kWxAPLiaTYqw_6Viewxds6JPymCoL9lRnl5iDbGbrDy-F2mal_Xb_vVAXWNNxeQVDqm9LQx6eTXa0gKqtzCRnS8qagnUeYxdWvQfRnJqIz-ULKrZ5tqXr_0ijFGGESCgfGZfNiSPCb06ciIf0mN2UjghSenSzw/s320/Bird2.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p>Around 9 am I head over to Walgreens and get an Ice Pack that you freeze, two Ice Packs that you bust and they immediately freeze, a finger brace (shown in picture above). By now it is only my middle finger that I cannot move, the other three hurt, but I can move them pretty good. The middle finger hurts like hell. The brace helps immensely. I start a regiment of putting the ice pack on my hand for 20 minutes every 90-180 minute intervals. Sandy and Patti were leaving Wednesday for a week, and they both went by to see mom, separately, on Tuesday.</p><p>Here it is Saturday, four full days later. I took those pictures of my finger with my cell phone on Wednesday, perhaps Thursday. The swelling had gone down, but still swollen...it is much better today, but still swollen right now. I still wear the finger brace when I am out and about, but not as much when I am in the motorhome, or in Arny's garage or backyard. I can put my entire hand around a cold can of seltzer (smaller but taller can than a soda or beer can.) <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAdch3-QNlsNFyRa92K8LM8Wa2ykAtCtKAevkRQNpidc05zECdX9xNb05JhZu40HrpRx_UFww-C5546SeztVBKnF7_9PYiUBLTF24oedQBF6PYYfLcn_QciBCfkMhI2JHTKiNdEeXiFfyXCkqutmI1zGTlA14_Pv996ds0D1XHyJBQq52DG-34Bp2cuw/s2592/Bird%203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="1944" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAdch3-QNlsNFyRa92K8LM8Wa2ykAtCtKAevkRQNpidc05zECdX9xNb05JhZu40HrpRx_UFww-C5546SeztVBKnF7_9PYiUBLTF24oedQBF6PYYfLcn_QciBCfkMhI2JHTKiNdEeXiFfyXCkqutmI1zGTlA14_Pv996ds0D1XHyJBQq52DG-34Bp2cuw/s320/Bird%203.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p>So this is my bird finger as of now, just took it a few minutes ago.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkFIdLtWoTobLlZJMZGBX4HuRUxla0ETWHv2bdzpcFdvpANm5DyERqhT2eQCh8WVius6O-EtbJZtVZU3XFIeqC65TcGcMMU2vrxaK-HGUEb2Hyy08UeeVwJYUyoTj-1-Bw1F-CtDtWoL2nw9OXwEJM0OxmIbsunjV8p5NFCG5rvy0-HMB5CNKP3wTLw/s2592/Bird%204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="1944" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwkFIdLtWoTobLlZJMZGBX4HuRUxla0ETWHv2bdzpcFdvpANm5DyERqhT2eQCh8WVius6O-EtbJZtVZU3XFIeqC65TcGcMMU2vrxaK-HGUEb2Hyy08UeeVwJYUyoTj-1-Bw1F-CtDtWoL2nw9OXwEJM0OxmIbsunjV8p5NFCG5rvy0-HMB5CNKP3wTLw/s320/Bird%204.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p>This is as far as I can bend it without help (like a Seltzer can to wrap it around.)</p><p>I exercise it often throughout the day. A little pain, but the mobility (and pain) is getting better.</p><p>As for the snake....I banished it to pit of fire...Indy was not harmed by the snake...</p><p><br /></p><p>Note: Mom turned 93 at the end of April. She is having some imaginary visitors...little kids who she has never seen before. Dad visits too, but does not answer her when she asks him questions. I told her that she is probably having dreams which seem real when she wakes up. Told her Dad could not answer her because he is with the Lord...communication has to go through the Lord, not directly with Dad. That seemed to help a bit.</p><p>She is less isolated than before, but still likes to sleep for 12-14 hours each day. With Sandy and Patti out of town, we will celebrate Mother's Day next Sunday. Brother Bob is suppose to stop by tomorrow to see her, and I will spend a few hours with her too. </p><p><br /></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com4Citrus Heights, CA 95621, USA38.7075156 -121.309208438.694118989770452 -121.32637453769532 38.72091221022955 -121.29204226230469tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-3762958159639158832023-04-22T19:29:00.000-04:002023-04-22T19:29:24.991-04:00Good Bye Covid, Hello Lingering Cough <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheM_202D5JGu-lv_1IyE_wSxW4ypLsnVWQvTCIbykAuX8fC4JpROzRf5E33szgRnDf4bOQmSi4z2PMn9GIo33mQ5uvi_U8Ca13ITcsEgj1E8vKPvudBUfKwzlJZLpwVQF4teiY8Ur4JpkZa_bt9rZs2YSidWBkuT5byE2OEnasJhWGfjkjDSGdx2wkgw/s499/Cough%20Hack%20Hack.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="310" data-original-width="499" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheM_202D5JGu-lv_1IyE_wSxW4ypLsnVWQvTCIbykAuX8fC4JpROzRf5E33szgRnDf4bOQmSi4z2PMn9GIo33mQ5uvi_U8Ca13ITcsEgj1E8vKPvudBUfKwzlJZLpwVQF4teiY8Ur4JpkZa_bt9rZs2YSidWBkuT5byE2OEnasJhWGfjkjDSGdx2wkgw/w408-h254/Cough%20Hack%20Hack.gif" width="408" /></a></div><p>I don't know ANYONE who LOVES to be SICK. It is just not much fun. About the most fun I have ever had being sick was in 1964 when the Olympics were being played in France. I had the flu, and as I recovered I watched the Olympics on a small TV (like a 5" by 3.4" screen) right there at my bedside. THAT I enjoyed, even though I was sick as a dog. This COVID crap, nope, no fun at all!</p><p>It has been four days since my last blog. I have been well for the past two days, and feeling very good today...if you define 'very good' as being tired, exhausted, having a persistent cough, and feeling like you're in a brain fog. Today is Marcia's first day of feeling well. She is constantly a couple days behind me with this.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLazA-37SDPGrITPDeqt2Pr9GFrIadF04ItQYR5RRekdJzYyp9s_xHkun_oYHruP_EZXYPOVJ6TQ7QW9xGUnjZns3xD1W-uup60CuVwQjuLtIORhVCghIT6hVNrH6xq2J859KnJy_zem1ZpZ1Py7JcKV1THIOMxiCmIfrZRRRCIc6D1kZyBr1D3IAFg/s480/High%20Temp.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="480" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLazA-37SDPGrITPDeqt2Pr9GFrIadF04ItQYR5RRekdJzYyp9s_xHkun_oYHruP_EZXYPOVJ6TQ7QW9xGUnjZns3xD1W-uup60CuVwQjuLtIORhVCghIT6hVNrH6xq2J859KnJy_zem1ZpZ1Py7JcKV1THIOMxiCmIfrZRRRCIc6D1kZyBr1D3IAFg/s320/High%20Temp.gif" width="320" /></a></div><p>We both had a temperature while being sick with COVID. Mine was a bit higher and lasted longer than Marcia's did. I hit 101.5 at one point, but Theraflu and Advil brought it right down. Our sore throats were about even, but her ears hurt much more than mine did, and is her biggest pest right now. Thank goodness, neither of us found anything sneaking into our lungs. Even the cough we both have comes from our throat, and not our lungs.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD4lNWR4kZoB8tbP2bKJddRhwyIGTnW_mgdV4OGaWoMd5MogdhFGFS-Lk3TUq3JZ3VpNmoD-PBPJmLVv29VrnpD_92hbbF1mNjirCYDzCdOHrdLsexSIiVcwXXXaXZzSM4BPPdvH39c7pnrkygQpBLIlbaNmcAAk3a1FBgDZhRKeUDj1SFrKbSr-nkZA/s842/Dog%20Knows%20I%20Am%20Sick.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="842" data-original-width="720" height="547" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD4lNWR4kZoB8tbP2bKJddRhwyIGTnW_mgdV4OGaWoMd5MogdhFGFS-Lk3TUq3JZ3VpNmoD-PBPJmLVv29VrnpD_92hbbF1mNjirCYDzCdOHrdLsexSIiVcwXXXaXZzSM4BPPdvH39c7pnrkygQpBLIlbaNmcAAk3a1FBgDZhRKeUDj1SFrKbSr-nkZA/w468-h547/Dog%20Knows%20I%20Am%20Sick.webp" width="468" /></a></div><p>Indy the champ through all of this. She KNEW we were sick, and as I recovered, she spent her attention on Marcia. She is such a good little girl, until my brother Jim, sister-in-law Carol, or Niece Kathryn goes by, or she sees them in the kitchen window...then she turns into a little devil girl. On the other hand, when her cousin Parker or her 'new to her' cousin Cocoa is out in the yard, she is just a happy little girl playing with her little doggie cousins.</p><p>Tomorrow we celebrate Mom's 93rd birthday, which technically is a few days away still. I will sit in my camping chair near the door, Marcia will sit in the Motorhome and come up to the door now and then. I doubt either of us are contagious anymore, but why risk it. Of course I am especially looking forward to Arny's BBQ of Tri-Tips...I am so TIRED of soup and broth!!! <br /></p><p>As for this cough...I am afraid it will be with us for a few weeks. I have it under control at times, then it hits like a female dog in heat...nothing seems to stop it.<br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com6Citrus Heights, CA, USA38.7078224 -121.309386138.701124231244926 -121.31796916884765 38.71452056875507 -121.30080303115234tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753182836926532585.post-81769086747997109452023-04-18T20:59:00.000-04:002023-04-18T20:59:21.655-04:00Covid Attacks Us <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCGUF_AVOHhdGp-YiRJkCWyPmYo7ueCPHT6N9GB1fg4DXIDToCA2R0gUU8k0zgmD2VrsSFBRBbSd9eACzOMQvCUqPwi7a-IiIdhivNl4vk_ZGLDqoX4gOSMF9Q-GZO4ORxt4w2z9wNCCpZr9AvOTwocmxIhDbuWibtwpHgKKY-l-kSpH3WHeQF70Okcw/s928/COVID.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="928" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCGUF_AVOHhdGp-YiRJkCWyPmYo7ueCPHT6N9GB1fg4DXIDToCA2R0gUU8k0zgmD2VrsSFBRBbSd9eACzOMQvCUqPwi7a-IiIdhivNl4vk_ZGLDqoX4gOSMF9Q-GZO4ORxt4w2z9wNCCpZr9AvOTwocmxIhDbuWibtwpHgKKY-l-kSpH3WHeQF70Okcw/s320/COVID.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Three years and a few months after the Virus hits America, it has finally hit me, and now Marcia. With the brain fog that I have had with this, and yes, I am still reeling from the effects of the virus, I wonder why I am even trying to write this. If parts don't make sense, I am sure you will understand.</p><p>Since our arrival nine days ago I have spent a lot of time with mom, getting her to socialize again by doing lunch and dinner at the dinning room instead of her room. She has had, and continues to have, moments of confusion, even seeing things that are not there when she is alone. I think the socialization helped because she was not talking about people who were not there. Then this past Saturday I went over to try and gather a urine sample that the doctor on Friday could not get...I had no luck too since she did her business before I got there. I left around 10:30 and headed back to the motorhome. By noon I started to feel very exhausted, with a unusual for me headache. Three hours later of sleeping in my chair, having chills, head feeling like a T-Ball stand at a kids Baseball Game, I knew I was in trouble.</p><p>We tossed out our COVID tests because they were out-of-date just before we left Florida. We did not bring a thermometer. I went to Walgreens and went to the drive-up and asked for some COVID tests and a thermometer. Despite the thermometers being ten steps from the drive through window, I was told I had to come into the store to get them. I informed her how sick I was feeling...but nope, she would not get them. So I went into Walgreens with a mask on, found the thermometers, got the tests, and left. Back at the motorhome I test, and BINGO, Dave became the winner of the next person getting Covid.</p><p>Saturday night I got about 4 hours of sleep, with the last hour between 9 am and 10 am. My head hurt so bad, and every bone and muscle in my entire body seemed to scream out in pain.</p><p>By Sunday night my sinus were blowing up in pain, yet I wasn't totally stuffed up. By Monday my throat was on fire. Started taking Theraflu Cold and Cough Medicine, the Green Tea and Honey Lemon Flavor. It provided relief to the throat, which still hurts now (Tuesday 5 pm) but it is definitely showing signs of improvement. </p><p>The headache was for the most part gone this morning, sinuses are fine. No sickness or pressure in my lungs. I am VERY tired, but Monday night I did get three episodes of sleeping for up to 90 minutes straight, but at least 60 minutes. I get a number of cat naps.</p><p>Marcia started showing signs on Monday, and by Monday night she had the headache like I had, and cough which is like mine, but more frequent than I have had. </p><p>So far Mom is not sick...but she was seeing imaginary people again. Jim (oldest brother) and wife Carol arrived late Sunday and his daughter (Kathryn) arrived today. Mom's 93rd birthday is a week from today, and I am confident we will be feeling better by then, but will still have to mask up around people once we end our isolation.<br /></p><p>Last time either of us has been sick was late November / early December when we both caught a cold which Sandy caught from Dad just before he passed. Where and How I got COVID will never be known. Outside of going to lunch and dinner with mom at the Assisted Living Facility, I have been to the grocery store twice, Walmart, and got food from Jimboy's and Extreme Hummas, the latter on the day we arrived so it couldn't have been from there. </p><p><br /></p><div class="fb-like" data-action="like" data-href="https://developers.facebook.com/docs/plugins/" data-layout="standard" data-share="false" data-show-faces="false"></div>Dave Burdick (GoingRvWay.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10706797381982584920noreply@blogger.com6Citrus Heights, CA 95621, USA38.7074669 -121.309755138.694069825919513 -121.32692123769532 38.720863974080487 -121.29258896230469